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They spoke little during the meal, just bathing in the lush music and the summer sounds and smells, and enjoying the food and wine and each other’s nearness.
Once, he’d asked, “Are you going to tell me what’s happening on Sunday?”
“Nope. You’ll see. What’s in the box?”
“You’ll see.”
“Stinker.”
Sometimes one of them would simply lean over and kiss the other, lightly at first, then more and more hungrily as the meal progressed and the level of wine in their glasses diminished and was replenished. Soon they were spending more time kissing than eating, their tongues probing deeply into each other’s mouths.
Neither one of them was much used to wine, and Jane found herself becoming a little tipsy, as well as aroused again, and she suspected that Peter must be even more excited, seeing as he hadn’t had a climax earlier in the evening as she had.
She decided, somewhat drunkenly, to check. His hands slid down onto her behind…and suddenly picked her up, pressing her against him.
Still carrying her, he turned around, knocking his chair over as he did so. Then he deposited her, none too gently, onto the rug, and dropped to his knees beside her.
He took both of her wrists in
