I take a bite of my lobster frittata and moan.
“Good, princess?” Drew raises an eyebrow.
“So good.” I eat another bite and moan again. “Do you want a bite?”
“Not of that.” His eyes sparkle with mischief and heat pours through me. He lifts the wine and tips more into my glass. Is that two or three times he’s refilled it while we were talking?
“So what exactly will the main course you promised me entail?” I lean toward him. I’m not drunk, but definitely tipsy.
His smile grows. His gaze shifts for a moment before he returns his focus to me. Under the table, his foot draws my chair closer to him.
“You remember how I told you that first one was for me.” He wets his lips as his hand settles on my knee right below the hem of my skirt.
“I remember.” The car and how he got me off twice on the way to work. A man who brings me coffee and orgasms is definitely a keeper.
He leans in until his lips press against my ear. “This one is for the guy who’s too stupid to take you.”
A shiver ripples through me. “Here?”
“Right here, princess. Continue to eat and act like nothing is happening.” His fingers slowly sneak up my thigh. “Relax and open your legs for me.”
Oh, fuck. I’m helpless to stop him because I want it. I crave it. The white table cloths drape to the floor, hiding everything under the table. Parting my legs, I take another bite of the delicious dish as he rubs my pussy through the silk of my panties. Heat rises up my neck.
He takes a bite of his steak and a drink of his wine, while his eyes never leave me. “Still good, princess?”
I nod and try not to squirm to get his fingers to press harder. Sparks sizzle through my veins. “How’s your other business going?”
He smiles at the tremor in my voice. “The Veiled Vixen? It practically runs itself. Though I have been reviewing the tapes looking for those men, and my manager is keeping an eye out as well.”
The men that Tom talked to.
“Hmm, maybe I don’t want to discuss something to do with my brother. Right now.” I widen my eyes at him.
He huffs out a breath. “Would you rather discuss how we can use the suite next time you visit me?”
His fingers push my panties to the side, leaving my pussy bared. Anticipation floods me. I take a bite of the decadent lobster and his fingers glide over my wet flesh, sending shivers through me. This isn’t appropriate for public, but I don’t want him to stop.
No one will know. It’ll be our secret. And if it happens to be a little revenge against Wyatt, all the better. Even if he won’t be jealous, if he knew, he’d be that mad overprotective asshole.
“Ideally, I’d have your bulldogs with me. Finn is an easy ask.”
I meet his eyes and tilt my head in question.
“Finn likes games and he’d be all in to play with you. He doesn’t have some of the hang-ups the others seem to.” Drew rubs my clit and my lips part on a pant at the building pressure inside me.
“Finn doesn’t want to fuck me,” I bite out and clutch the tablecloth with my free hand. Neither he nor Dante have tried to fuck me. They like playing with me, but maybe fucking is a step too far.
Drew chuckles and thrusts his finger into me. I whimper at the feeling.
“He wants to fuck you, but there might be a line he’s still not willing to cross. I’m pretty sure the big guy would fuck you hard.” He adds another finger and begins thrusting them slowly in and out of my pussy.
“Dante,” I whisper. His kiss. Fuck, I could live a hundred lives and not get enough of his kiss. It was passionate, fiery, and claiming, so unlike the coldness in his eyes.
“Hmm, yes. He’s hanging on by a thread. When you clutched his thigh, there were definite possessive vibes there.” Drew adds a third finger and I moan around my next bite of food. “I’m guessing he’s packing some serious heat in there, so having someone stretch you out for him will be essential.”
I give up the pretense of eating as Drew rubs my clit with his thumb while curling his fingers inside me. I’m so close and I don’t know if I can be quiet about this. What he’s building to is going to be messy and so fucking good.
“Princess, look at me.”
