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“Quinton aims to please, Amelia. So you might as well get use it, if you’re going to stick with our boy!” Michael laughs as he takes a bite of lamb. “I don’t understand why you don’t like lamb. Quinton’s chef prepares the most delectable lamb.”
I want to gag, but I manage to smile. “You like having a personal chef?” I ask Quinton.
He grins. “Of course. I don’t cook Amelia, nor do I pretend to want to be good at it. I like my food prepared for me. I’d rather enjoy being with you, like today, while our food is being handled by a professional. Someone who enjoys doing such things.” I laugh at him. “This was my oversight, Amelia. So no Mai Mai or lamb.”
My voice hitches a little, “How do you know I don’t eat Mai Mai?”
“The night at my club, I overheard Eric’s remark at the table while you were eating the oysters.” He grins. “I filed that useful tidbit of information away.”
“Chef would like you to taste it, to make sure it is cooked to your liking,” the steward tells me as he places my new dinner in front of me. He stands so formal, waiting.
“Oh,” I whisper as I cut it. It slices beautifully. I smile at Quinton as I take a bite. It’s like velvet on my tongue. I literally have died and went to heaven. It’s better than any orgasm I’ve had in ten years. I close my eyes, and do a little dance in my seat, humming to the taste.
“I take it you like it,” Quinton whispers in my ear.
I look at him, grinning and watching me. The steward is still waiting for confirmation. “Oh yes. It’s absolutely delicious. I haven’t had an orgasm in ten years this good.” I take another bite as everyone bursts into laughter. I pinched my lips into a firm line—as the steward had hard time keeping a straight face.Maybe I should have kept that to myself.
“Should I tell him that ma’am?” He’s serious.
Everyone is watching me. I shrug,Might as well. Once again I blurted something out.“Yes.”
“Add it’s only because she hasn’t been with me,” Quinton quips. I look at him, he’s grinning, eating his dinner.
“Lioness,” Gerry growls.
“So my chef pleased you more than any orgasm in the last ten years,” he teases looking into my eyes. I blush, even more embarrassed. “I do love sex talk.”
I gasp looking at him. “Mr. Starks!” He’s incorrigible. He’s not even quiet about it.
“We should totally share sex stories,” Tina pipes up.
“Yeah we should, it will get us in the mood.” Michael starts nibbling on her neck.
“You two are always in the mood,” Andy smarts.
“And you two aren’t?” Michael questions. Lord have mercy, what have I started?
“Sweet Jesus this yacht is going to be rocking and it won’t be from the waves,” Gerry gushes as he sips his cosmo.
Marcus and I just look at each other. He’s laughing on the inside, hidden behind that smirk.
“We told you Amelia, no secrets between any of us,” Tierra confirms as she trolls her fingertips over Andy’s forearm.
“Okay.” I grin looking down. “I’m just going to eat my orgasmic piece of beef.” I put another bite in my mouth.
“She has no idea of the pun,” Michael remarks. I hear them laughing.
“I’m not even going to bite,” I remark keeping my face down.
“Oh damn, I wouldn’t mind those beautiful teeth sinking into my shoulders,” Quinton quips. I gasp a squeak looking up at him.
Our entrée part of dinner passed rather quickly with constant sex banter. I smile as the steward smirked at me grabbing my plate. “Chef said he’s glad he could oblige.”
“Oh hell.” I laugh sitting back. Quinton laughs at the comment. I smile as I watch the stewards strategically place dishes of chocolate covered strawberries. Four to be exact, one dish between each couple. Quinton is grinning as I look at him. A few minutes later, stewards return carrying a dark chocolate lava cake, topped with a raspberry reduction and crème for each of us. “Wow this is a beautiful dessert.”
“It’s flourless. Tierra doesn’t like flour cakes, she worries she will look bloated.” I laugh at him roll his eyes.
“I’m excited to try it. I’ve never had a flourless cake.”
