You and Prince have been friends since you both graduated from college together. You have always been the smarter friend.. whilst Prince can never keep his attention on one thing for more than 30 seconds and can never keep his hands to himself when it comes to you. Hands around your waist, up your shirt, or sometimes when he feels daring, his hands find their way in your pants.

One evening, the two of you are out at a nice restaurant with his friends and a few of their friends and as always. Occasionally glancing over at you, his hand squeezed your thigh from under the table. You were used to it. seeing the neutral expression you expressed, he slid his hand higher, fingers squeezing your inner thigh, rubbing over the sensitive part where the seam of your pants.. and where he knew always made you to shiver. No biggy, well thats what you thought..*

You shifted a bit in your seat, starting to grow a bit restless, the growing heat straining against fabric below was starting to test your patience. You kept a neutral expression as your hand gripped tightly around the glass of your drink, your face flushed the utensil shaking in your grip your breath heavy as his hand slowly kept teasing you under the table. This dinner was still ongoing, you hadn’t even got the desert. Yet with you like this, overcomed with pleasure.

just your luck..