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"You just happened to see this, huh?" I mocked, loving his grin.
"Yeah. It was just sitting in the jeweler's window, waiting for me."
I held out my wrist. "Put it on for me?"
He picked up the 'Property of Aidan' charm and slotted it onto the bracelet. "I don't want any ink marring your skin. This'll have to do."
I peered at the tiny details, the engraving on each letter, as well as the inlaid gems on the medallion. "You must have had that poor jeweler working double fast to get this ready in time." We’d only been talking about ink on Saturday, and it was Thursday afternoon.
"My name comes with perks."
"You don't say," I drawled. But I swiftly admitted, "I love it."
Before I could thank him again, a server was there with our dishes.
Aidan's phone slid into his pocket, and as he tucked it away, the jerk slammed on the tempo so the vibrator tortured me further.
Though I glowered at him, he kept his focus on the server, thanking her until she departed with a flush.
I stared down at my meal which, to be fair, looked tasty, but it might as well have been a plate of crackers for all my stomach was engaged.
"When you said you wanted to distract me, did you have to distract me from the food?" I whined, which made him snort.
"It serves a purpose."
I rocked my hips a touch, trying to stop myself from getting riled up.
Having long since learned that it was easier to control my need by not getting overwhelmed by it, I picked up my knife and fork and took minuscule bites of the shepherd’s pie. I'd had it before at Lena's, but this was different.
I wouldn't tell her that this was better—I knew that without even being interested in what I was eating.
As Aidan tucked into his steak, he informed me, "Do we start with the Feds or do we head for a different agency entirely—somewhere like Interpol?"
I stared at him blankly. "What for?"
"Your plan."
"You expect me to talk strategy?" I squeaked.
"You claimed to be good at multitasking."
I squinted at him. "I'll get you back later on."
"Looking forward to it," he teased, but his gaze was dark as he leaned into me and brushed a kiss over my still tender cheek.
One of his hands returned to my goddamn lap, and he stroked his fingers along the length of my thigh once more.
My heart stuttered when he rumbled, "Spread them for me, little one."
With a combination of a gasp and a gulp, I obeyed and nearly melted into the chair when he rubbed the seam of my crotch.
"You're better than the vibrator," I whimpered.
"Good to know, baby girl." He graced me with another kiss. "Now, Interpol?"
I sucked in a breath as I felt his hand rubbing up against the crotch again, pressing down harder on the vibrator.
My eyes fluttered closed until he murmured, "Gaze on me, Savannah."
