For a moment Zane forgot the server as he watched Willow get up and slowly walk toward the ladies' room. That tiny little dress barely covered her breasts and ass. His mouth watered at the thought of those long legs wrapped around his hips as he thrust deep— "Sir?" The waiter's voice was barely enough to bring Zane out of his fantasies. Damn. He'd been doing that all day and it probably wasn't going to stop until he had her. "Wine? Appetizer?" the server asked. "Uh, yeah." A sudden rush come over Zane as images of being inside Willow kept repeating over and over again in his mind. He tried not to look in the direction Willow had disappeared as he picked the first thing his gaze landed on. "Oysters. Wine, you choose." "Yes, sir." The server gave a slight bow. "I'll bring your wine to you shortly." "No rush." Zane rose and strode toward the restrooms as soon as the server turned his back. His cock was throbbing, raging with need. Half of him knew this was crazy, that he was out of his ever-lovin' mind.
