Look At Your Future by Lucy J. Whittaker

clean.
    “You taste delicious Lily.”
    “Oh…my God,” Lily sighed as she closed her eyes and pressed
her thighs together.
    Max chuckled and placed his hand back on her knee and gently
squeezed.  “Don’t pass out on me baby, I have to feed you first.”
    Lily looked at him again, unsure of what to say.  No one had
ever talked to her like this before; he was way out of her league.  She just
didn’t have the experience to know how to deal with him.  Quit overthinking
things Lily, she told herself, you know what you want, just let it happen, for
once trust your heart, your body already knows him.
    Max listened to her while she was quiet, he couldn’t help
but tease her.  She looked like she was completely scandalized.  How would she
act if he used his influences on her?  Would she break through her uncertainty
and take a little control? He wondered if he should try a little domination
with her.  She was ready for him right now, ripe and juicy, like succulent
fruit, just begging to be picked.
    He pulled up to the elite restaurant and the valet came
around to collect his keys.
    “Hello Mr. Thompson.”
    “Hello Jim.”  Max said as he came around to collect Lily. 
He opened her door and held his hand out to help her from the car.  He smiled
as she squeezed her knees together as she turned in her seat.  She maneuvered
out of the car successfully and then stood beside him.  He pulled her close to
his side and put his arm around her waist.
    Lily watched as Max chatted with the valet.  They obviously
knew him.  The maître de smiled and nodded his head as he greeted them.  “Right
this way Mr. Thompson.”  She noticed the curious stares from the people who
were waiting in line to be seated.
    They were shown to a private booth on the second level.  The
waiter came up right away with water and a bottle of champagne.  Max conversed
with him in French and then he left, quickly pulling the ties on the curtains
and the cozy booth darkened.  There was a small light on the wall and a candle
on the table.
    “I hope you don’t mind, but I ordered for you.”
    “No, I don’t mind.  How did you walk right in without a
reservation?”
    “I know the owner.”
    “Oh, you must be close to get a nice table on such short
notice.”
    “You could say that.” Max didn’t elaborate, he owned the
restaurant.  He didn’t like to brag, but more importantly some people acted
differently around him when they found out how rich he was.  Sure his house was
beautiful, but he could afford a much larger one.  He had a private bungalow in
the Caribbean, and a remote cabin in the Rocky Mountains, well not a cabin, it
was about the same size as his house here.  He had a feeling that Lily didn’t
care about money.  He had talked to her boss Mark today, she had been offered a
few other jobs that would have paid her a lot more, but she went to work for
him because she loved it.  He had met Mark a few times for business.  He would
have to make sure that he and his wife got reservations here for their
anniversary this year.  It was worth it since he had let Lily off early
tonight.  He had a meeting tomorrow night, so if she had to work late then he
could see her afterwards.
    Lily frowned as she felt Max withdraw from her a little. 
She moved the extra few inches that separated them and put her hand on his
under the table.  He looked at her and his gray eyes caught the light from the
candle just right and they glowed.
    “I missed you this morning,” Max said as he leaned towards
her slowly, he gently kissed her cheek and then left little kisses along her
jaw, working his way to her open lips.  He took her mouth expertly, gliding his
tongue over hers, tasting her flavors.
    “I didn’t have the heart to wake you, you were sleeping so
soundly.” Lily answered as he pulled back to nibble on her ear, and gasped as
he opened his mouth along her throat.  He reached one hand up to hold the back
of her head and then he