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Until the next time someone tested him.
I knew, over the course of our lifetime together, that would happen repeatedly.
For now, I was intending on enjoying the lull.
Especially when people were reacting as if he’d withdrawn a tommy gun and was pumping them full of leadPeaky Blinders-style.
"Speaking of torment," he drawled once chatter recommenced, the soft clinking of cutlery drifting with it, and he brought out his phone and placed it in front of us.
I bit my lip at the sight of the controls to the vibrator I was wearing as his screen lit up once he’d unlocked his cell.
His tone was dark, deep as he rumbled, "You keep yourself under control throughout lunch…"
"I get a reward?" I queried, curiosity spiking at that rumble.
"You can do whatever you want to me tonight."
Interest gleamed in my eyes, but I pointed out, "You already owe me for tying me to the bed the night you had to go to Queens of Heart."
"I'm sure I paid you back for that."
"No," I sniped. "You didn't. I'd remember."
His lips twitched. "It's in your best interests to keep it cool, then, isn't it?"
"Why? So I can pack more of a punch in one go?"
"Exactly."
That gleam made another appearance in his eyes as he set the vibrator on medium.
I'd endured worse at his hands. At least this one didn't thrust.
I pursed my lips as I determined to settle down and to wait it out.
The only problem was solving how to eat when my appetite was at a zero. I hadn’t been hungry when he’d come home, intent on surprising me with a meal at one of the restaurants in our building. Now, I was hungry for his dick.
I didn’t think that counted as one of the food groups.
The maître d' appeared with our bottle of wine just as a shiver brushed down my spine when Aidan settled his hand between my shoulders.
Glad that I’d settled on a silky camisole above a pair of high-waisted pants, I took full advantage of not wearing a bra to mess with my husband’s head as he stared down at me.
My smile taunted him as he traced his fingers around the nodules of my spine, sending whispers of pleasure throughout my nervous system.
"Don’t take your eyes off me, Savannah. I want them on me or your food. Do you understand?"
I bit my lip. "I understand."
The restaurant was clearly intent on impressing us because the maître d', not a server, went through the whole tedious process of opening the wine with Aidan. He gave him a taste, and I watched as Aidan swirled it around the bottom of his glass, raising it to his nose before he sampled it.
His hum would have felt better against my clit than the vibrator.
Once the maître d' had earned his approval, finally, he poured some wine into my glass too.
Aidan snagged it for me and raised it to my mouth.
Eyes on him, I sighed as he tilted it against my parted lips. He didn’t let me swallow too much before he was pulling back, holding it out for me.
