The waiter stops by to take our order and once he’s gone, Dad launches into campaign talk. I pretend to listen intently, but mostly, I think about Willa.

Sweet, sexy Willa.

Dad’s phone rings and he takes the call, voice slipping into something far more jovial than I’m accustomed to from him. He’s a master when it comes to schmoozing. I take the opportunity to check in with Willa.

Me: I miss you, sweetheart.

Willa: I miss you too. Having fun at dinner?

Me: I’d be having a lot more fun if I were at home with you in my bed.

Willa: Sounds like heaven.

Me: More fun than a sleepover with my sister?

Willa: You make me come, soooo, yeah.

Me: Filthy girl. You enjoy getting me riled up.

Willa: Makes me feel powerful.

Me: You’re the only woman who’s been able to make me lose my fucking mind. Use your power for good, babe, not evil.

Willa: So I shouldn’t tell you I’m not wearing any panties?

My cock stiffens. This fucking girl.

Me: You had some on earlier…

Willa: I took them off.

Me: Show me.

A few seconds later, she sends a selfie taken from an angle above her head that reveals her smooth, silky skin beneath the zipper of her jeans.

Me: Where’s my sister?

Willa: Putting on a movie for us. I’m taking a bathroom break.

I glance up as the server brings us our food. Dad is still yapping on the phone, so I smile at the server before turning my attention back to Willa.

Me: Pull your jeans down and let me see your sweet pussy.

My dick is straining in my slacks, but my napkin and the dark atmosphere hide it for the most part.

She sends me a picture that has my skin burning with need.

Me: More. Pull your lips apart and let me see your hole. I bet you’re dripping, baby.

Without hesitation, she obeys me, sending me my requested picture. Her lips are pink and slick. My mouth waters. I wish I were eating her for dinner instead of the filet right in front of me.

Willa: I should go back into my room. Gemma’s probably worried.

Me: Way to kill my boner.

Willa: You shouldn’t have one at dinner with your dad.

Me: Put your finger inside yourself.

“Something wrong with your steak?” Dad asks, his deep voice cutting through me and killing my erection completely.

I clear my throat and set my phone down in my lap before picking up my utensils. “Sorry. Work stuff.”

My phone buzzes against my cock, vibrating it back to life. I know a picture of Willa is waiting for me and it’s almost too tempting to ignore.