“Okay, what is this ‘Lust Supper?’” Tag asks, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall.
The look he fixes me with has me squeezing my legs together.
“Exactly what it sounds like. We enjoy a sexy meal together, a couples massage if we want one, and then we get to spend the night here.”
Tag stalks towards me like I’m the prey he is going to devour. His fingers find the buttons on my coat and unfasten them. His eyes widen as he pushes the soft material over my shoulders.
“Damn, Liv. This might be the best surprise of all.”
The strapless red dress dips between my breasts. It is ruched on the sides and hits mid-thigh. It’s simple, but it has the intended effect as Tag runs his hands over me.
“Do you like it?”
“Fuck, yes. I can’t wait to peel you out of it after dinner.”
I rest my hands on his chest. “I can’t wait to peelyouout of this.”
Tag groans, burying his face in my neck. “Are you sure we have to go to dinner?”
I pull back, taking his hands in mine and backing out of the room. “Yes. Because we’ll need our energy.”
“Oh yeah?” The look on his face is downright sinful.
“C’mon. The faster we eat, the faster we can get back in here.”
He crowds behind me as we walk into the other room. Heavy, velvet curtains cover the windows. Soft music plays from a speaker. Candles dripping wax sit on the table.
“You outdid yourself on this, Liv.”
Tag helps me into my seat as Wendy appears with a tray of food.
“Feel free to take your time. Oysters. A pasta dish with a chili sauce. Chocolate dipped strawberries, and figs to finish off the meal. And,” she flourishes her arm, “red wine for both. Bon appétit.”
Wendy disappears, leaving the two of us together, sitting side by side. Tag grabs his glass and holds it up.
“Cheers to a sexy evening, Olivia.”
“Cheers, Stanley.”
I clink my glass to his before taking a sip of the robust drink, then I pick up an oyster with the tiny fork.
“I had no idea you had something like this in you.”
Stabbing the meat, I hold it out to Tag. “I guess I’m full of surprises.”
The way his lips close over the tines has my body shuddering. Heat bursts in his dark eyes as he licks his lips.
“Delicious.” He takes the fork from me and gets my own bite ready for me. “Your turn.”
The entire meal is like this. Feeding one another. Staring into each other’s eyes.
My need for the man sitting across from me is at an all-time high. Being here in this small room, eating these sensual foods, is turning me on in a way I’ve never felt before.
I’m drunk on lust for Tag. By the time he holds a strawberry out for me to eat, I’m ready to throw him down on the table and have my way with him. I close my lips around his fingers, dragging my tongue over them.
I have never felt so wanton in my life.
And we haven’t even gotten to the last surprise sitting in my bag.
