“Everything’s good,” she told him, placing her hand on Simon’s thigh to reassure him. Or maybe to reassure herself. “If you’re lookin’ for suggestions, I’d go with the Bacon for Breakfast meal. It’s two eggs and six slices of bacon.”
“Sounds like the perfect appetizer,” Archer teased, his attention shifting when the waitress approached.
“Hey, girl,” Archer greeted like he knew her personally.
Sue giggled, which made Violet giggle, which earned her Simon’s firm hand on the back of her neck.
Oh, man. She liked the possessive gesture so much she sighed as she met Simon’s eyes.
“Control yourself,” he said softly.
Violet grinned. “I’m tryin’.”
While Archer and the waitress discussed his order, Simon leaned in until she could feel his breath against her ear.
“Remember that spankin’ I owe you?”
She nodded, warmth pooling between her legs.
“I’m gonna deliver very,verysoon if you don’t behave.”
When he sat back, she turned to meet his gaze. “Promise?”
•••••
The gleam he saw in Violet’s eyesmade his dick hard.
Harder, he should say. Simon had been hard from the moment she walked in wearing that form-fitting black T-shirt and the flouncy black and purple skirt. Up to this point, he’d seen her in jeans or leggings. The skirt was his favorite.
Well, technically, naked Violet was his favorite, but this was an easy second.
“I promise,” he assured her, forcing himself to look away. It was hard enough keeping his hands to himself when he wasn’t staring into that beautiful face. Her teasing wasn’t helping.
Archer cleared his throat.
Simon rolled his eyes.
“So what’s up, kids?” Archer prompted.
“You do realize we’re both older than you, right?” Simon countered.
“Sweet Violet doesn’t look a day over beautiful,” Archer said, his grin widening.
Violet’s cheeks turned pink. “Aww. That’s sweet of you to say.”
“I only speak the truth, doll.”
Simon wanted to punch his best friend in the face. The asshole knew exactly what he was doing.
Instead of reprimanding him and feeding the flames, Simon said, “Where’s Paige?”
Archer leaned back and spread his arms across the back of the booth. “Last I checked, I wasn’t her babysitter.”
The man was enormous, and either these booths were smaller than normal, or Archer had put on some bulk in the past couple of weeks. Since he wasn’t sure the man was capable of getting any bigger, Simon figured it was the former.
“When did y’all get in?” Violet asked, her hand moving gently over his thigh.
Simon gritted his teeth, ignoring the steady pulse of his dick. Ever since he left her house on Sunday evening, he’d been eager to see her again. Rather than push too hard, too fast, he’d fought the urge last night and stayed at the B and B. But this morning, he’d been jonesing so hard that he knew he wouldn’t make it another day without spending a little time with her.
