AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Don’t worry,” he murmurs in my ear. He gently takes my hand and guides it under the table to his lap. “I know exactly how you feel.”
Oh, wow. He is not exaggerating in the least bit. I can feel him through his suit pants, hot and hard and throbbing. When I give him a tentative rub, he sucks in a breath and takes a long sip of wine.
“Careful,” he warns in a throaty rasp. “I like coming here. I’d hate for us to get arrested for public indecency.”
I snatch my hand back and pretend to pout. “If you say so.”
He chuckles. “I had something more dramatic in mind. Like laying you out on this table and eating an appetizer off your naked body.” He takes another sip of his wine. “Just to start the evening on the right note.”
I squirm in my seat. I don’t mean to, but he is tormenting me with promises of a good time.
But you know what? Two can play that game.
“I’ve always preferred to be a little subtler,” I purr in his ear. “Like making good use of this tablecloth. No one would see me under it.”
Demyen maintains a calm composure, but I see him swallow hard. His heated gaze flicks to mine, and his mouth twitches again.
I have him. We both know it.
If I can keep playing his nerves in my favor, maybe he’ll insist we at least go out to the car to finish what he started.
“Have we decided what to order?”
Fuck!The waiter is just doing his job, so I can’t be mad at him. I can, however, be frustrated with how Demyen slips his hand from my lap and acts like literally nothing but pleasant conversation has been going on here.
“We’ll start with the smoked salmon,” he says in the most clear and concise, unbothered tone.
“Very good, sir. I’ll give you two a few more minutes to choose your entrees.”
I expect Demyen to return to teasing me with his touches once the waiter leaves, but he doesn’t. He just peruses through the menu, murmurs to himself, and then sets it down and smiles at me. “What looks good to you?”
“You.” I clear my throat and glance at the menu again. “I mean, whatever you decide. I’m not sure if I can read half themenu.” Which is true. What’s not in actual Cyrillic is spelled out phonetically.
“They have a caviar harvested from the northernmost shores of the Black Sea that is to die for. But you can’t go wrong with the beef stroganoff.”
I blink.
Beef… stroganoff. I know those words, but right now, it sounds like alien language.
My panties are thoroughly ruined, my body is on fire, and all he can think about isbeef fucking stroganoff?
“You are a confusing man,” I mutter under my breath.
The waiter returns with our appetizer and sets two small plates down for us. And then, once he leaves, Demyen dips his mouth to the spot just behind my ear.
“I’m just getting started.”
Shivers of pleasure roll through my body when he nips that same spot. Then, of course, he has to return to the food like he’s not sitting here seducing my panties off.
I don’t know how much longer I can take this.
“Open.” Demyen holds a small piece of rye bread smeared with mascarpone and topped with smoked salmon to my mouth. I do as he says, and I’m fed the most delicious bite of lox I’ve ever had.
But I’m not too distracted to miss an opportunity. I wrap my lips around his fingertips before he can fully pull away, and swirl my tongue to clean them.
Demyen’s gaze darkens into that hungry lust I know and love.
“Mmm,” I moan. “Delicious.”
