She nods, leads us to a private booth tucked in the back with wood tables, crisp white linen, surrounded by frosted glass partitions and heavy velvet drapes that swallow sound and block prying eyes. I want to beseenarriving. Not while we eat.
I pull out her chair. She sits. “Thank you,” she murmurs, voice honeyed for show.
I order a bottle of red. The hostess excuses herself.
“Who are we expecting?” Autumn scans the room, fingers tracing the stem of her glass.
“A business partner.”
“Another—” She mimes a gun to her temple.
“No.He sells liquor for the clubs.” I stifle a laugh, sip the wine. My neck cracks as I roll it, tension coiling like fire under my skin. Should’ve fucked her raw before we left.
Her eyes shift with mischief sparking like a lit fuse. She’s plotting.
“I’ve been your fake wife for twelve hours,” she says, shaking her head.
“Mr Brady.” Thomas Delleigh approaches. I stand, shake his hand.
Autumn offers hers with that sweet, lethal smile. Jealousy claws up my spine, hot and vicious.
He sits. I pour his wine. He launches into the pitch, talking about distillation, oak barrels. I nod, but my gaze locks on her. That glint in her eye makes my blood surge south.
“Excuse me.” Thomas heads to the bathroom.
I’m still watching the door when sheslidesdown the chair, vanishing under the table. The long linen cloth drapes like a shroud.
She wouldn’t—
Her hands land on my thighs. “Autumn,” I grunt, low and lethal.
Slender fingers attack my belt. I seize her wrist, grip bruising, ready to yank her up. Thomas strides back. I freeze.
Fuck.
He sits, glances at her empty chair.
“She’s taking an important call,” I say, my voice steady as granite.
“Is she your assist—”
“Wife.” I cut him off as her fingers ease my zipper down, tooth by tooth.
“Didn’t know you were married,” Thomas grins.
“Newlyweds.” I raise my glass for his toast. He rambles about his wife, kids. I nod, jaw locked so tight it aches. My free hand white-knuckles the stemware.
Her palm wraps my cock that is hard, aching,throbbing andpulls it free. Veins pulse under her touch; precome beads at the tip. I’m going tokillher. Slowly.
“So about the liquor—” I force out as her warm mouthengulfsme. She suckshard, tongue swirling the head.
The glass trembles in my grip and threatens to shatter. My thighs tense under the table, muscle cording. I swallow a groan, throat raw. Sweat prickles my hairline; the suit suddenly too tight, the collar choking.
Thomas drone prices. I’d pay a million a bottle to end this now.
Can’t stand. Can’t move. Her head bobs, fast, ruthless, cheeks hollowing. My balls draw up; I clench my fist on the table, knuckles bone-white.
He finally wraps up. I thrust out a hand. “Finish with Kaden outside.”
