Meanwhile, I am tomato red, feeling my pussy right against the back of his jacket. Damn those crotchless panties.

Thankfully, the ride doesn’t last too long.

* * *

They weren’t kidding about the food. It’s freaking fantastic. I devour everything in sight with gusto. Everyone lets me try their picks, even Markus. In exchange for some of his ribeye with peppercorn sauce—the second option I considered—I have to share a bit of duck.

“It’s as good as Claudio’s!” I muse.

“The greatest praise,” says Keller, chuckling. “Yet somehow unsurprising. Claudio owns this place—he set up the menu.”

That makes a hell of a lot of sense.

We have just enough time for dessert, so we order that too, although I’m so full I’m not sure where I’ll put it.

“This chocolate fondant…I’m ashamed I ever thought I could bake a chocolate cake.”

“Your cake is amazing,” Keller assures me, his hand moving to my knee, squeezing it.

He means it as a show of support, but all of a sudden, I want him to know what I’m wearing.

Taking the hand, I slide it up and up and up, and smirk as those fingers meet bare flesh.

The look in his eyes, god.

Thoroughly delighted, I swat his arm away.

Take that for the multiple orgasm denials, jerk!

Keller grins, bringing his mouth close to my ears. “I can make all your dreams come true. Nightmares included if you continue testing my patience, little ghost.”

The threat makes me flutter. There’s no other word for it. “My dream was to come earlier. Didn’t get that, did I?”

I don’t bother lowering my voice as much as he did, and Markus laughs. “Wait, he can’t make his woman come?”

Keller glares. “Won’t. There’s a difference. And if she doesn’t behave, I won’t for the rest of the night.”

I stop smirking.

“Been there,” Dez says. “Multiple times. Only stabbed him once.”

I think she’s joking, so I laugh.

Keller does not offer to let me ride his back to the movie theater. I whimper when the friendly host directs us to the farthest room, on the top floor.

“Don’t worry. There’s an elevator,” Dez assures me. “And the way your legs look are worth it.”

I’ll have to take her word for it.

Keller remains very close to me at all times, right behind me, as if blocking me from view as we order drinks and popcorn.

Amused, in the semi-privacy of the elevator we share with three strangers, I pretend to lift the hem of my skirt a little, barely moving it an inch.

His nostrils flare.

Oh, yes, he likes showing me…on his terms. I stow that information away for later.