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AIDAN
I thankedGod that we didn't have to travel to Glas because it was in our building.
As I paid, I ordered the guy at the desk to bring it to our floor so I’d recognize his face when he rang the bell. Though it went above and beyond his job description, no one made a peep of complaint.
It was good to be king sometimes.
With my hand folded around Savannah's as I tugged her into the elevator, I asked, "Which do you prefer? The 68? Or here?"
"Here. The food's better," she admitted easily, her words dismissive as she wiggled in place.
I smirked at the realization she was having to cling to the vibrator now that gravity was working against her, and I murmured, "You did good, baby."
Savannah wasn't well versed in denying herself.
She liked to glut herself on pleasure, and because I was a soft touch around her, I usually conceded.
Why wouldn't I want my wife to drown in orgasms? Why wouldn’t her desire and passion spike my own?
A man who failed to give his wife pleasure was half a man in my eyes. A fool, too.
But on occasions like these, it was good to remind her that I was benevolent, and that I didn't always have to be.
She squirmed against the wall as she muttered, "I won our bet." Her fingers tugged at my shirt, and I felt the soft pressure of the fabric conceding to the bite of her nails.
"You half-won. We left before we finished," I retorted, reaching up and pressing a hand to the glass behind her head.
"Iwas finished," she asserted.
"I wasn't. You barely had more than three bites. Plus, we didn't order dessert. I know that's your favorite part of the meal anyway."
Her lips twitched. "I'll be your dessert."
I hummed under my breath. "I prefer your cunt to chocolate anyway."
The elevator came to a halt, and an elderly couple stepped inside.
I realized we'd hit the restaurant floor for The 68, and these must be our neighbors.
That was the joy of New York. You didn't have to know who lived beside you… But this was a special elevator, reserved for the upper floors, and few had access to it.
I didn’t bother with politeness, just kept my back to them and stayed looming over her. The fruity notes of the wine were strong on her breath, clueing me into the fact that she’d barely eaten, but my focus was on her tits.
God damn her for not wearing a bra.
Her nipples had been taunting me since we’d stepped out of the apartment earlier.
We both jolted when the man whispered in a hushed voice, "Can you hear buzzing, Eloise?"
I almost laughed out loud when he reached up and played with his ear, making me realize he wore a hearing aid.
Watching as Savvie's cheeks turned a hot pink, I ran my nose against hers.
Eloise shook her head. "I can't hear anything."
"It's loud," he argued. His gaze caught mine in the reflection, and I just arched a brow at him.
