Page 87 of Captivated

“Was it?”

“Oh, yes.” She nods, taking a sip of wine. “Very.”

“I’ll make sure I’m cooking every time you come home, then. I always want to be sexy for you.”

“Then all you have to do is be breathing. Because you’re sexy all the time.” She gives me a flirty little wink that makes my chest puff with an ego boost. “But cooking? Even more so.”

“And if I said I bought you cookies and cream ice cream at the store for dessert? Will I be even sexier?”

“How did you…?”

“You ordered it from room service our first weekend together. You said it was your favorite.”

“And you remembered,” she says dreamily.

“Of course. I remember everything about you,piccante.”

“Well then, it looks like I’ll be having two desserts tonight.” Cassie swirls more pasta around her fork and slides it into hermouth. Sauce leaks out onto the corners of her lips and she licks it away seductively, keeping her eyes on me.

My cock stiffens, wanting her tongue to circle around me like that.

“Is that so?”

“Mmhmm. I don’t mind a little salty with my sweet.”

Her eyes are dancing with mischief, and I push my plate away and turn my chair out to the side like I did for her not too many nights ago.

“Finished already?” she asks innocently, biting into the last meatball on her plate.

“Yes. I’m ready whenever you are.”

Cassie laughs softly to herself. “I’m almost done.”

“You should leave room. Two desserts can be filling.”

“I can handle it.”

Cassie finishes off the meatball and washes it down with the rest of the wine in her glass. She pours herself a little more from the bottle and leans back in her chair, her eyes on me as she drinks her wine slowly.

This woman is going to make me wait.

She’s going to tease and torture me like this for the rest of my life.

I should get used to it.

As long as she knows turnabout is fair play. Not that I could ever deny her for too long.

Fuck, okay, so she wins. She always wins and will always win.

I guess I’m just a man at the mercy of a spicy redhead who lights my fucking world on fire.

Cassie finishes off her wine and delicately places the glass down on the table. Her lips turn up in a sly grin as she stands and takes the three steps around the table to me.

“Ice cream first?” she asks, planning on teasing me some more.

Growling, I grab her wrist and pull her towards me so she falls against my chest. “No.”

“No?” Her eyebrows lift in surprise and I shake my head. “Hmm, if you insist.” Cassie plants a soft kiss to my lips and slides down to her knees. “On second thought, maybe you shouldn’t fill me up too much. I still want ice cream.”

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