“Your napkin,” he replied as he knelt on the carpet.
“Sir.” A waiter stepped forwards from his place against the wall, disapproval clear in voice.
“Why don’t you—” I started.
“It’s alright, don’t worry about it,” Dom said, waving us both away.
I threw a glance to the head of the table. Mum would be horrified if any of her guests were seen doing something as menial as picking up their own napkin from the floor. Which was probably why Dom was doing it. He loved the drama.
But she was busy holding stage with Damien Priestly, another high-class family friend, and so she wasn’t partial to Dom’s transgression.
I didn’t think anything of it, until Dom’s head disappeared under the table. He dropped to all fours, swiping up the napkin from the royal blue carpet a foot away from us.
I wanted to make sure he was okay. That was what I told myself as I widened my legs.
His blond hair ruffled, his palms flat on the carpet, I was suddenly fascinated with his position as his hips rocked, bringing back a reminder of one of the texts I’d read and reread too many times.
How would you feel if I licked your asshole?
Lust shuddered through me, and I couldn’t stop my gaze from landing on his ass. I was completely fixed on him as he spun back to face me. The table was high enough that I could see him pause between my legs.
He stilled below me, his eyes glued to my feet. His chest heaved before he reached out a hand.
My heart stopped as his fingers wrapped around my calf, his thumb pressed to my shin, and a shiver ran through my body. He edged closer, using me for support as he moved. But not towards his own seat.
He was there, right in front of me. And time slowed. I couldn’t hear or see anything else but Dom.
I took in the way his burgundy jacket tightened over his chest, and the way he casually rose, almost sliding himself between my knees. I’d only have to squeeze them closed and he’d be trapped between them.
“Do you like what you see, handsome?” Dom murmured, capturing me again with his dark gaze, his voice curling around me.
I swallowed my gasp, all of my senses stolen as I looked into his eyes. There wasn’t the usual playful spark that appeared when he teased me. It was heat; pure and simple. Lust fired in my body as every single thing that made Dom gorgeous bloomed to life in front of me.
My hand trembled at my side, fingers tapping as his gaze danced across my chest, running along the curve of my stomach until he found my cock. His smile deepened, hidden away from anyone else who might see what was happening. Need hit me so powerfully that my body loosened. It was only the chair that stopped me from falling towards him.
And, like an idiot, instead of pulling my leg away, I eased my hips forwards. I buried the noise that threatened to escape me as Dom’s grip tensed, his fingertips denting my skin, his eyes burning with desire—for me.
It was just some game, flirting with me to get me to crack. Like he always did.
“Harry, I’m not going to come up for air if you keep looking at me like that,” he said with a low hum. His hand crept up my leg, my trousers riding up as his hand moved to my knee. I knew he was enjoying every slow inch of it as much as I was.
His gaze jumped between my cock and my shocked face. No matter how strong I was, no one could resist Dom when he looked like that. I just hoped he couldn’t see how my cock was responding to him.
Though from the way his smile morphed from a deep grin to a sultry smirk, I thought I’d been discovered.
In the wild part of my mind, the place I would never show anyone, I had the urge to bring my hand forward and cup my cock through my trousers. I wanted to see his face as I showed him what he was doing to me.
I didn't care if people noticed he'd been under the table for too long; I desperately wanted his mouth on my cock. Even the sharp stab of guilt that pierced me as Molly floated through my mind didn't shake away the thought.
Because it wasn't a thought. It was aneed.
One short breath was all it took for the tension to snap. His smile vanished as he released me, dipping his head to hide his face, and disappointment settled into me like an uncomfortable blanket. Because I'd been sexting my fiancée only last night, and suddenly I was…
Clutching the napkin in his other hand, Dom emerged from the table and slid back into his seat. With him sitting right before me like that, it wasn’t hard to imagine how easy it would be for me to lean in and pull him into a kiss.
And the thought made my stomach churn.
“Here. Lucky find, eh?” he said as he handed it over. I looked down at the white cloth, numbly taking it from him as shock pealed through me.
