On his knees.
For me.
Axel
How many goddamn courses does a meal need?
I quit counting after the lobster.
All I want is her, and the damp, delicious lace between her thighs.
‘Are you not going to finish that?’
Daisy bats her lashes and gestures at the dessert-slash-art-project sitting in front of me.
I shove the plate her way. ‘Knock yourself out.’
‘Oh, thank you. I shouldn’t, but you know, when in Italy…’ She gives another of her giggles andman, they’re starting to grate.
And I know I’m being unfair. She’s lovely. Sweet. And she eats. All good things in my book. And any other day, in any other situation, I likely would’ve gone there. She’s everything Taylor ain’t.
Blonde. Doe-eyed. Safe.
She hums around her mouthful, glossy, pink lips pouting. ‘Are you sure you don’t want a taste?’
Of the food, or her? She leans in like she’s offering a two-for-one special…
‘It really is amazing,’ she purrs, holding out the spoon.
And I feel Taylor’s attention slide our way.
It’s a taunt I can’t resist, not after the way she’s been driving me half-mad all night. A stroke here, a look there, the slow drag of her tongue at the corner of her mouth when she knows she’s caught my gaze.
Then there’s the guy she’s been talking to for the entire dinner. Ian. If I weren’t already sitting on a knife’s edge, his easy chatter about fatherhood would’ve done it. I have no idea why it’s getting to me so much. Taylor wants a kid. I’ve agreed to give it to her, then step the hell away.
But I can’t stop listening. Can’t stop imagining. Can’t stop feeling this weird, twisted ache behind my ribs. That ain’t just about Tay; it’s about the kid. And I’ve had enough. Of that. Of this. I just want the meal done so I can get her alone and fuck her to oblivion.
‘Just one,’ I say, leaning towards the spoon, mouth opening, and Daisy’s lips part with mine, her doe eyes widening, pupils popping.
The dessert hits my tongue – rich chocolate, a hint of rum,it packs a punch – but the thing that lands is Tay’s hand slipping around my thigh.Holy fuck.
She squeezes as I swallow, my groan all for her.
‘You’re right,’ I say thickly, eyes on Daisy, body on Tay, ‘that’s delicious.’
Daisy beams. ‘Do you want some more?’
Do I want more?
Hell, yeah…
Taylor’s nails bite. A warning. A dare.
‘I wouldn’t want to deprive you.’
‘Things are always better shared,’ Daisy chirps.
‘Is that so?’
