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“You’re right. I love dessert.” He shot me a smirk and a wink, and I smacked his shoulder again.
“There’s no doubt about it now. Thatcher Wells, you are the very definition of incorrigible.”
“I’ll take it. Incorrigible, submissive, obedient, devilishly talented with his tongue… whatever else you’d like to say in order to sing my praises.” He wagged his eyebrows suggestively. “But let’s get down to the important questions here.”
“Alright, I’m ready.” I repositioned in my seat, ready for whatever deep question he was ready to throw my way. He reached across the table to the menu that still lay sideways across the table.
“What do weorderfor dessert?”
“Oh, that is of the utmost importance indeed,” I agreed with a smile. We browsed the menu, discussing and debating the options, from tiramisu to the decadent seven layer chocolate cake with hazelnut frosting. The latter was absolutely what we decided on, although only after much deliberation.
When the delicious confection was delivered to the table, we both sat back and looked on in utter delight.
“That is a work of art,” I said. “It’s almost a shame to ruin such a beautiful piece by cutting into it.”
“Fuck that shit.” Immediately, he carefully cut a bite with his fork, but instead of bringing it to his own mouth, he turned to me. I wrapped my lips around the bite, and lived in bliss for a long moment as the delicate balance of chocolate icing, cake, and hazelnut filling melted against my tongue. “Christ, I could just feed you every day and die a happy man, simply watching you enjoy food. It’s sinful, sensual, and utterly sexual.”
“Youhaveto try it.” My voice had gone low as I relished the way the flavors clung to my tongue.
“I think I’ll do just that.” He leaned forward, his hand curling around my jaw to the back of my neck, where he hooked a single finger and tugged, making me gasp. He took advantage of my open mouth to press his lips over mine, his tongue dipping inside to taste the confection and my own taste for himself.
We kissed slowly, letting the gentle buzz of nearby conversations fade away as we lost ourselves in the slow sensuality of it. It was deep, slow, and perfect. I thought for a brief moment about the fact that we were in public, but then his teeth grazed over my lower lip, tugging it into his mouth as he nibbled, and I forgot everything beyond the sinfully sexy man who stole my breath and made it his own.
“Wanna get out of here?” he whispered against my lips.
“What about the cake?” I whispered back, enjoying the way our lips brushed together with every word.
“That’s what boxes are for.” He smiled, and I could feel as it spread across his face. I nodded, losing myself in another of his kisses as he flagged down our waiter with a wave of his hand.
We left the restaurant, the bag of chocolate cake in his hand, and the other linked with my own as we both smiled and our eyes kept finding each other. When we made it out of the doors and onto the sidewalk, his steps slowed. I expected him to steer me towards the car, but instead, he walked us in the opposite direction.
“Thatcher, the car is back —”
“I know.”
“Then where are we going?” I asked, confused.
“We’re going on a walk.” He pulled my arm up to curl around his elbow as we walked. There was an easy comfortability, walking beside him.
“This is nice.” The air was warm, the breeze cool as it fluttered my hair gently around my neck with every step.
“What did you study in college?” he asked as we strolled along the beautifully manicured landscapes.
“I studied business management and administration.”
“Really? I never would have guessed that.”
“Yeah. I looked into the most profitable and successful degrees, and decided that gave me the most flexibility.”
“Does it feel strange to not use your degree?” he asked. I slowed my steps to a halt as I looked at him with an arched brow. “Not that I think it’s bad. Not at all. Just trying to learn more about you is all.” He quickly tried to backtrack.
“What makes you think I’m not using my degree?” I asked, unable to keep the small smile from my face. It was fun to tease him.
“Oh, um, well… I just assumed, since you are a housewife, and a Domme at Haven…” he trailed off, looking nervous. I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Don’t worry, darling. I’m just teasing you, mostly.” I patted his arm in comfort. “I’m actually a partial owner of Haven. So, I do use my degree, more than you’d think. Although I’m mostly a silent partner, unless there’s a specific issue Max wants to bring me in on. I trust him, and the business is thriving under the plan we developed a few years back.”
“I had no idea. That’s amazing, Sadie!” I cast a sideways glance at him, grinning at the way his eyes sparkled and the grin split his face. “You’re a woman of many surprises, Sadie Day, and I look forward to learning more.”
