The biggest fear in my mind was that my breasts would leak and ruin the evening. I'd spent the past few weeks pumping and trying to keep Finn on a schedule in the desperate hope it would reduce the chance of an accident. Right behind that fear was that I would take my clothes off and my flabby skin would repulse Burke. I'd never been vain a day in my life, but insecurity was second nature to me.
Burke wouldn't tell me where we were going, but I dressed in the merlot-colored knit dress I bought at the mall with Daisy. A small part of me wondered if I’d known I'd wear it for Burke at some point in time. Though I couldn't exactly say I felt sexy, I felt good about how I looked. Maddie helped me apply makeup and style my hair before wishing us well and kicking us out of the house. She promised Finn would be fine with her and reminded me that every mother needed time to herself now and then. She’d become my personal godsend.
Burke met me at the bottom of the stairs in a black suit and tie, and he was just so handsome that for a second, I couldn't believe he was mine to keep.
"Fuck, you're beautiful, Kinsley."
I blushed furiously, a massive smile lighting up my face. "You don't look bad yourself, husband."
He grinned crookedly. "I am your husband, aren't I? I wasn't dreaming about that?"
"Now you're trying to flatter me," I said as he helped me put on my coat.
"Why shouldn't I?"
"Oh, you should," I agreed with a laugh.
Burke had the limo ready, an SUV parked directly behind it. A security guard sat in the front seat with the driver, and four more were in the following vehicle. I tried not to focus on the underlying meaning.
As soon as the driver closed the door behind us, Burke leaned over and moved my hair behind my shoulder. "I'm such a lucky man," he whispered in my ear, kissing along the column of my throat.
We hadn't shared more than a few kisses since the time in his office because I wanted a chance to spend time with him without sex clouding our judgment. However, we both knew all those rules went out the window as of this evening.
One of his hands wandered up my leg, and I sucked in a breath. "Burke, don't forget we're heading to a restaurant."
"I don't give a fuck." He sucked on my neck, making me squirm. "I can't wait to taste you for real. You’re mine, Kinsley. All mine."
Whimpering, I fisted his coat in my hand. Good Lord, he was turning me on. "I don't want to walk in looking like I've been attacked by a mugger on the way."
"More like freshly fucked," he growled in my ear.
I shivered, tensing my hold on his coat. "You're killing me."
"Good."
Though he kept away from all the places I needed him to touch, he kept up a constant rotation of strokes and kisses. Finally, I turned in his direction to pull on his hair when he dipped down the neckline of my dress to kiss along the edge of my bra. I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out as he grazed the inside of my thigh with his thumb, pushing the hem of my dress higher and higher.
The limo came to a smooth stop, and I groaned.
Straightening up, Burke smoothed my hair and dress back into place. "That was fun."
"I bet."
I tried to retain some dignity as we stepped out and walked hand in hand to the doors of the restaurant, which were held open by a pair of men in all-black uniforms. "What is this place?"
"A private dinner club. Only a few people have access."
"So it's safe?"
"Yes."
The idea that I could relax and have a meal with my husband without worry caused me to breathe a giant sigh of relief. "I doubt they'll top anything Parker has ever made us."
"I'll be sure to tell him you said that. They have Michelin-rated chefs here."
The maître d' showed us to a table in the back covered in candles and flowers. I glanced between a bottle of wine and two glasses. "Burke, you know I don't drink," I said quietly.
"I do know, and if you don't like it, I'll get you something else. I thought you might like to try it."
