There’s a beat of horrified silence.
Then I hear Haven’s voice, impressively steady. “It’s lovely, thank you.”
“Wonderful! So tonight we have a pan-seared duck breast with a cherry reduction, and a?—”
I start moving again.
Slowly. Deliberately. Dragging my tongue along the underside of Kai’s shaft while my fingers curl inside Haven, finding that spot that makes her thighs clench.
“—locally sourced sea bass with a lemon caper butter, and for our vegetarian guests?—”
“We’ll, uh—“ Kai clears his throat, but his voice is still strained. “We’re gonna need another few minutes.”
I suck harder.
“Of course, sir. Take your time. Should I bring another bottle of the Châteauneuf in the mean time?”
“Yes,” Haven manages. Her hand shoots under the table, grabbing my hair, and I don’t know if she’s trying to stop me sucking Kai’s dick or urging me on. “Yes, that would be—that would be lovely.”
“Coming right up!”
Footsteps retreat.
The moment the waiter is out of earshot, Kai’s hand joins Haven’s in my hair, and he shoves himself deeper into my mouth with a growled, “You’re an absolute fucking psycho, Rooke.”
I hum around him in agreement.
He’s right.
I am absolutely insane.
Insanely in love.
I’ve never debased myself like this. The day I got on my knees for Kai was the first time I’d ever done that for a man younger than me. Now I’m on my knees forbothof them.
I bring them to the edge three more times before I let them come.
The waiter appears with the second bottle of wine. Kai urgently pats the top of my head, trying to get me to release his dick. I pull him out of my mouth, but I flick the tip of my tongue over his crown the entire time the waiter presents the wine and refills their glasses, while I’m crooking my fingers inside Haven’s cunt and massaging her clit with my thumb.
She comes first—silent and shaking, her thighs clamping around my head almost as soon as the waiter disappears. I lap at her through the aftershocks until she’s boneless and shivering.
Then I finish off Kai.
He’s much less silent, letting out a guttural groan. He spills down my throat, and I swallow every drop, milking him until he’s twitching and oversensitive.
When I finally emerge from under the table, I’m disheveled and breathless, and my knees are screaming from the hard floor. But the flushed, stunned, utterly fucked looks on their faces make me want to do it all again.
Haven’s chest is still heaving, her lips parted and her eyes glazed. Kai appears to be struggling to zip himself back up. Probably because his hands are shaking so much.
“So,” I say, dabbing my mouth with the napkin I retrieved on my way back out. “Do you believe me now?”
Haven lets out a sound that might be a laugh or a sob. “What the fuck just happened?”
I take a sip of wine and try to savor the taste…but it can’t come close totheirtaste.
“What happened,” I say slowly, “is that I got on my knees and begged the only way I know how.” I set down my glass, meeting their eyes. “I meant what I said in that voice note. I need you. Both of you. And I will do whatever it takes—however long it takes—to prove that.”
They sit there staring at me for so long that the waiter starts eyeing us across the restaurant. I swear to Christ, if he comes over here and interrupts us again, I’ll?—
