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He hummed and then tilted my face to his with a finger under my chin. “Promise me that if anything we do makes you uncomfortable, you’ll say so.”
When I agreed, he skimmed his lips over mine, just in time for the waitress to bring our plates, grinning widely now that she understood the signals the men and I were sending each other.
Apparently, I wasn’t even to serve myself. While Benedict placed bites of everything on my plate, James fiddled with the tablecloth. He’d surreptitiously hidden my legs entirely under it, not just pressing it inward. My eyes shot to his, and he grinned.
“A toast!” Ibrahim proposed, interrupting the moment with an easy smile. He raised his wine glass. “To the holiday spirit!”
We clinked our glasses together.
“So, how did you all meet?” I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me as I tried to ignore James’ fingers dancing on my stockinged knee.
Ibrahim and Benedict exchanged a long look. “We do business together.”
I snorted. “That’s not a super helpful answer. You said you were in real estate, right?”
Benedict nodded. “Real estate, construction. These two jokers are contractors.” He nodded at the men to my left.
I tilted my head, trying to figure out how all the puzzle pieces fit together. “We were out in Arizona to meet with some folks about building a resort,” Benedict explained. He reached around my shoulders and caressed my arm with his fingers, drawing me closer to him and distracting me from the topic at hand.
“Stop it,” I asked, frustration coloring my tone. “Why don’t you want to tell me what you do for a living?”
Benedict drew me closer, dragging his fingers in circles over my shoulder. “Piper, you don’t want to know.”
I stiffened. “I think I do, actually.”
Ibrahim caught his eye, and they exchanged a long look. “Real estate, darling, is code for organized crime.”
“The mob,” I said, grimacing. My heart plunged to my feet as I realized what type of men I’d tangled myself up with, no matter how sweet they might seem to me now.
“Gangsters, in any case,” Ibrahim finished, his brow furrowed as he watched carefully for my reaction.
Benedict hauled me close and planted a kiss on my temple. “Do you still want more details? Or do you want to go back to letting us enjoy this magical interlude with you?”
Gangsters or not, they’d been nothing but amazing to me, and I’d never see them again after I hopped back on the plane to see my parents in California. I leaned forward on the table. “Nothing is going on that’s going to make me regret this, is there? That’s going to get me disbarred?”
Ibrahim’s eyes widened in surprise before he grinned widely. “Nothing. We’re stuck here because of the weather, same as you.”
Benedict kissed my shoulder. “What’s the verdict, sweet woman?”
In for a penny, in for a pound.
“Let’s enjoy this magical interlude,” I said, my voice more confident than the heart I was already losing to these enigmatic men.
Their relief was palpable. James grinned and reached under the table and hauled one of my legs up over his, unbalancing me so that I toppled into Benedict. “I think we were in the middle of something, weren’t we? Color, princess?”
I looked up into Benedict’s whisky-colored eyes. “Green, I think?”
His eyes shot to James’. “That’s a yellow if I ever heard one.”
James frowned. He held my leg over his knees, spread open and exposed, although hidden by the long tablecloth, and trailed his fingers up and down my inner thigh. “Yellow as in, you’re not sure, or yellow as in, slow down?”
Benedict continued his slow strokes between my shoulder and my collarbone. I took a deep breath. “Yellow as in, slow down.” I thought about it for a moment as Benedict’s finger trailed up my neck to play in my hair. “I’m sure, but let’s not rush anything, okay?”
James lifted my hand to his lips, kissing my knuckles. “Anything for you, sweetheart.”
I tried to concentrate on their small talk, light conversation about books and music, while James’ fingers wandered up and down the inside of my left thigh, but it was impossible. My hand shook when I lifted my wine glass. The frustration of a withheld climax before we left the hotel combined with the plug and a morning full of sweet kisses and teasing, had left me needy and hot.
When a finger scraped the lace of my panties, I squeaked, to Ibrahim’s amusement. “You all right over there, Piper?”
