Chapter 8

“Poor David,” I say and we both laugh. “Tell Mrs. Roslund thank you.”

“I will.”

It doesn’t take long for the waitress to arrive with our food—cheeseburgers for both of us—and we dive in as though we haven’t eaten in a week. David moans after the first bite of his burger, a dirty sound that settles low between my hips and draws my gaze to him. His eyes are closed, and his head tilted slightly back, his entire body radiating happiness. I stuff a French fry in my mouth so I won’t accidentally moan along with him. A few moments later, he does it again. A drawn-out, “Mmmmmm,” when he takes a bite of his burger.

Allparts of my anatomy appreciate that sound, and I shift in my seat, trying to give my plumping dick more room in my snug pants. I lean over the table. “You have to stop doing that.”

He swallows his food. “What? Eating?”

I shake my head. “Making those…” I look around to make sure there are no sensitive ears in our vicinity and lower my voice even more. “…porn noises.”