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He laughed then asked, “Is this a special occasion?”

“Yes. Alex said she conquered her fears, and she wanted to celebrate. I figured I needed to conquer mine and celebrate at your restaurant.”

His chuckle was at my expense. “Roman, that's exceptional. Dinner is on me tonight. I’ll have a nice bottle of Dom chilling for you when you get there and whatever you want is all yours. I may stop in to say hi to both of you.”

I hope he knows I’m not coming there so he’ll pay the bill. We hung up and I went to get ready.

She came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel and said, “What time is our reservation?”

“When we get there.” She looked at me with that don’t start face, hands firmly set on her hips.

“Another one of those ‘I know the owner’favors?”

I laughed and said, “Yep!” But this time it’s all you baby. She rolled her eyes and walked past me. I grabbed her by the arm.

“Oh no you don’t. You don’t get to roll your eyes at me whenever you feel like it.” She rolled her eyes again only with more exaggeration.

“That right there is what I’m talking about.” I pulled her in close and kissed her lips, then her jaw and neck. When I looked up at herface, she rolled her eyes again, and I whispered in her ear. “That’s when it’s okay.”

I let her go and jumped in the shower.

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ALEX

That kiss took my breath away and if he's going to kiss me like that every time I rolled my eyes at him, then he better be prepared for all the eye rolls I can muster. I should have followed him back into the shower. I contemplated doing just that, but I didn't want to be late for the surprise reservation even though I had no idea what time we were supposed to be there.

I finished getting dressed in a black sleeveless vee-neck dress and black heels. I had my hair up in a wavy ponytail and minimal makeup, but I made sure to use his favorite red lipstick. I wished I hadn’t gotten dressed yet when he walked out of the bathroom in just a towel. I remembered the time in Florida on vacation when he came out of the bathroom in just a towel, dropping it right in front of me. I got a front row seat to his bare ass. What a freaking lucky day that was for me. As he was walking into the closet, he dropped the towel so I could have that view once more. That’s it, I'm going in there. Screw being on time for the reservation.

Chapter 28

ROMAN

Iheaded into the closet after the shower to get dressed, dropping the towel at the entrance hoping to entice her. Next thing I know there she is right behind me throwing her underwear on the ground and hiking up her skirt. She pushed me down on the bench, climbing aggressively onto my lap.What a nice surprise, but I don’t want you to wrinkle your dress baby.I flipped her over, setting her on all fours on the bench and hiked her dress up as far as it would goand sliding in careful not to bunch up her dress too much. Damn, being inside her like this is incredible. I reached around, massaging her clit and felt her body begin to jerk as she moaned, pushing back rhythmically against me. I knew we were getting close. I knew I was getting close. It felt like she had ten orgasms before I had one, but I was deliberate not to collapse on her and mess up that dress.

It might have been unexpected, but it was not unwanted.

“If I can’t roll my eyes, you can’t peck and run.” She was laughing and out of breath as she attempted to scold me, while putting her underwear back on and getting her dress back into place.

“What the hell is peck and run?” I chuckled tucking myself into my own clothes.

“You know exactly what it is. You kiss me, get me all out of it, and run away.”

I was laughing now, remembering all the times I’ve done that to her knowing it does strange things to her. I hadn’t realized she named the event.

She looked at me wearily. “It’s not funny. It’s torture.”

“Well, feel free to get me back for it anytime you want.”I mean if that’s the punishment, yes please.

“How did you get a reservation at this place so last minute?” she asked curiously, not knowing she’s actually the guest of honor.

“I didn’t, you did.” She looked confused.

“What do you mean, I did? I’ve never been there because I’m not waiting two months for a reservation.”

“Maybe you should’ve tried. You're kind of a celebrity.” She was totally baffled now. “Babe, don’t worry about it. You’ll see when we get there.”

The same hostess from lunch that day was there again when we arrived and for some reason, she rubbed me the wrong way. I wasabout to say my name when she finished for me. “Mr. King, Ms Kennedy, right this way.” I looked her over skeptically holding on to that memory for another time.

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