Page 68 of Wrath's Nightingale

Less than a minute after we’re seated, a young woman with brown hair bounces up to the table.

“Hello, I’m Kloie. I’ll be taking care of you this evening. Can I put in an appetizer for you while I get your drinks?”

“I want a sweet tea with extra lemon, fried deviled eggs, stuffed mushrooms and the artichoke bottoms filled with crab.”

She turns to Wrath. “And for you, sir?”

“I’ll take a sweet tea with extra lemon and add the calamari to that.”

Wrath waited until the server was gone to tease me.

“Are you going to share any of that with me?”

“Perhaps. You may have to talk to me into it.”

He raises one brow. “Oh, yeah?”

“Oh, yeah,” I say with a smirk.

He chuckles and leans closer to me; his lips graze the lobe of my ear. Causing a shiver to run down the entire length of my body. One of his hands snaked across my leg and he palms my inner thigh. My pussy clenches in anticipation. It feels like years instead of weeks.

I want him. Almost bad enough to crawl under this table, but there’s no cover.

I bite my lip and squeeze my thighs together. When he moves his hand up to the junction of my thighs and cups me through my jeans. My pussy floods with wetness.

Kloie comes back with our iced teas, a bowl of lemons and our deep-fried deviled eggs. My mouth waters at the sight of them.Damn girl, down.Everyone talks to their stomach, right?

Wrath squeezes two slices of lemon into my glass before tearing the wrapper off my straw and putting it in my glass. He hands it to me before fixing his own. While I’m taking a drink of my perfect tea, he puts two deviled eggs on my plate. I greedily devour the first before looking up to catch him looking at me. He smiles and winks.

“Dig in, Nightingale. You’re going to need your strength for later.”

Our server comes back while I’m eating the second egg. With the rest of our appetizers.

“Would you like to put your dinner order in now, or should I come back in a few?”

Wrath looks at me. “I’m ready if you are,” I say.

“Ladies first.”

“I’d like the Louisiana seafood medley pasta and the steak Palermo medium rare. I’m sure we’ll need boxes later. My eyes are always bigger than my stomach,” I add with a laugh.

“I’ll take the fourteen-ounce ribeye, rare with the baked potato of the day, steamed broccoli and a cup of the lobster bisque. We’d also like a whole loaf of the village bread with the roasted garlic.”

We both dig into the appetizers. I don’t know why I’m so hungry.

“This is the first time in weeks I haven’t had a cast on or a twin screaming.”

Suddenly, I lifted out of my chair and sat on Wrath’s lap.

“I’m so sorry, Nightingale. I should have taken off work and been with you more?”

I shake my head. “No baby, what you're doing is important. Smoke’s grandma needs her privacy cottage. When you finish it ahead of schedule, your crew can start on our house.”

The smile he gives me melts my panties and makes my ovaries ache.

“Since we started with twins, should we add more bedrooms?”

I laugh. “Twins do run in your family. It’s possible the kids may have to share at some point.”

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