Page 90 of His Wild Seduction

“Come on,” I said, standing up straight and adjusting myself so my hard on wasn’t too noticeable.

“Are you sure you’re alright? Maybe I can help with that,” Meredith said, her green eyes glittering with mischief.

“Minx,” I growled, lunging for her.

She giggled and ducked my outstretched arm, but I caught up to her easily and swatted her on her heart-shaped ass.

Fuck. I really loved her ass.

“How long until we can leave?” she whispered as we rejoined the majority of people.

“An hour at least. Want something to eat?”

She nodded, and I lifted my hand, calling over one of the servers circling the room with tapas and drinks.

I handed Meredith a glass of wine and fed her some prosciutto wrapped melon from my hand, finishing what she didn’t.

We ate like that for a little while. Me feeding her bites of this and that from whatever small plates were being served.

Feeding her was quickly becoming one of my favorite damn activities. She moaned appreciatively around a cracker slathered with olive tapenade and a sprinkle of fresh thyme.

The mini lamb skewer with a mint sauce reduction was delicious. But the chicken croquettes were my favorite.

Meredith tried it all. She was game for everything.

Even the fried squid and raw oysters served on a spoon with a mignonette sauce.

She almost went cross-eyed when we shared the goat cheese stuffed strawberries.

Feeding her was a goddamn aphrodisiac. I couldn’t wait to get her home to try it again.

Only next time, I was thinking of feeding her my dick.

An image of my Little Red, her pink lips stretched around my girthy cock filled my head and I wanted to groan.

Fuck. Me.

“Oh my God, no more, please. It’s so good, but I can’t eat another bite,” she said.

I frowned, thinking we hadn’t even had dessert yet.

“Glad you enjoyed everything,” Marat interrupted, approaching with his brother and their wives in tow.

“Hello, I’m Adrik Volkov. This is my brother, Marat,” he said.

“It’s good to finally meet you! Anyone who can put up with Josef must be a saint, for sure. Oof,” Marat grunted the last, and I grinned at Destiny who’d just elbowed her husband.

Jerk.

“Sorry, Mer. Our guys can be a bit much,” Destiny said, nodding at Meredith and rolling her eyes at her husband who was now pouting like the overgrown toddler he was.

“You didn’t mind my muchness this morning, Dumplin’,” Marat whispered to his wife, but I still heard him.

And when she elbowed him again, I chuckled.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you all,” Meredith, ever the diplomat, said, fighting against her smirk.

It might have looked odd to outsiders, but the fact neither man offered his hand to my wife, and that Meredith made no move to touch them, just proved my earlier point.

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