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An outstretched hand grabbed my untouched food. I eased in my seat a little, knowing it was Farrow near me.
That, even if our elbows brushed, I wouldn’t keel over.
She bent over the table next to my right arm, trying to reach a side dish. Her short dress rode up her smooth thighs, revealing the curve of her flawless round ass.
Miraculously, my fingers itched to claw onto the back of her knee. To ride up north along her inner thigh. To cup her pussy through her underwear from behind and slide a pinky into her panties, rubbing the seam of her tight, little pussy.
Desire singed my neck, coiling in tight ribbons down my body, sliding past my chest and stomach to my dick.
I was hard.
For the first time in my life, I was hard because of a woman.
A woman with flesh and blood.
In theory, I’d always appreciated women sexually, but never up-close. The realization that I actively wanted to touch Farrow Ballantine floored me.
I wasn’t merely not-disgusted anymore.
I was actively yearning.
“Excuse me, Mrs. Costa, gentlemen.” Senior stood. “I’m going to need a minute with Jasper.”
Junior jerked to his feet, running his tongue along his teeth.
His father shook his head. “Alone.”
Junior blinked in disbelief. “Are you kidding me?”
I gestured toward the door, voice thick with the pain of untapped desire. “There’s a drawing room to your left.”
After Jasper and Senior strolled out, Junior dragged his fingers through his hair, tugging hard as he glanced around.
He squinted at Oliver. “Hey, didn’t I have a threesome with you at some point?”
“Fivesome.” Oliver shook his head, checking his phone with a frown. “Though two backed out at the sight of your sword. Or should I say, your pocket knife.”
Dallas giggled.
Romeo sighed.
“Why, this is shocking,” Farrow whispered, her breath fanning my ear. She collected more dirty dishes from the table, tapping the knife. “I’d have never assumed.”
I didn’t know why, but there was something fundamentally wrong about seeing her serving us. Dallas, especially.
Farrow deserved to sit shoulder-to-shoulder with the Southern belle. To gossip and flaunta designer frock. To have everyone’s attention and adoration.
She deserved the fucking world, and I hoped one day someone gave it to her. Even if the thought that it wouldn’t be from me made it hard to breathe.
Dallas beamed, erecting a hang-loose sign with a head bob. “Right on, sister.”
Junior sneered at Farrow. “Nobody asked your opinion, Cinderella.”
“Watch your mouth when you talk to her.” Yet again, I speared the table with a steak knife, eliciting intense reactions from everyone seated. “Or I’ll make sure you don’t have enough teeth to speak.”
“Oh.” Oliver plastered a hand over his forehead, slithering it down with a shake of his head. “Not the help, Zachary. Who would’ve thought you, of all people, would turn out just like Chris?”
Rom paused mid-slice. “Chris?”
