Page 81 of Indiscretion

My thoughts bordered on X at the moment, but R would suffice. I nodded.

She leaned forward. “I’ll bite. Let’s hear it.”

I wasn’t sure if she was intentionally giving me a better view of her cleavage, but it definitely helped me remember my thoughts from earlier.

“You look sexy as fuck.”

Naomi picked up her wine and brought it to her lips as she leaned back in her seat. “Thank you. Though that’s pretty tame.”

“I was trying to be polite.”

“Why would you do that?”

“Because I finally got you here, and I don’t want to scare you away.”

“I don’t scare as easily as you might think.”

I looked around, grateful no one was within earshot, then cleared my throat and leaned in. “So if I told you that seeing you in that dress made me want to do very bad things, it wouldn’t upset you?”

To my surprise, Naomi put her wine glass down and leaned forward with me. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, making my dick twitch in my pants. “I’d have to hear the bad things in order to be sure…”

Her rising to the challenge was almost a bigger turn-on than that dress. “It makes me want to lick you from head to toe.”

She swallowed. “What else?”

My eyes dropped to her full lips. “I dream about putting you on your knees and fucking that sexy mouth of yours. I wrap my hands in your hair and hold your head still while I fuck your throat.”

She’d asked me to tell her, but it looked like she hadn’t been expecting me to be so graphic. Her mouth dropped open. I smirked. “That’s right. Just like that, sweetheart. But you may have to open a little wider to fit me.”

She laughed nervously. “Oh my God.”

Unfortunately, the waiter had bad timing. He appeared out of nowhere and interrupted the moment. “Would you like to order some appetizers?”

Her. On a plate.I straightened and picked up the menu, looking at Naomi over the top. “What are you in the mood for?”

Her lips curved to a wicked grin.Fuck my life. If she keeps this up, we’re not going to make it to the main course.

I pointed to the sheet with the daily specials without even reading what they were. “We’ll take these two, please.”

The waiter nodded. “I’ll put that order in and come back to take your dinner selections in a bit.”

After he disappeared, I took a sip of my wine in an attempt to cool off. I groaned. “You’re killing me, Heart.”

“The feeling is mutual, Reed. Though I think it’s probably harder for me, considering I haven’t had sex in more than a year.”

I choked mid-swallow, and the wine wound up going down the wrong pipe. I started sputtering. The waiter ran back over to see if I was choking. I held up a hand and shook my head, even as my face turned red and I struggled to gulp down a breath. Meanwhile, Naomi looked amused as hell.

When I finally spoke, my voice was hoarse. “A year? Are you joking?”

“Afraid not.”

“On purpose?”

Naomi chuckled. “I might be pushing thirty, but I’m pretty sure I could still walk into most bars and find a willing participant, if I really wanted one. Yes, on purpose.”

“Why the heck would you do that?”

“I needed some time for me. I didn’t just get disbarred when everything happened. I also lost a fiancé. Plus, I wasn’t ready to share my story with a guy I’d just met on Tinder or whatever, so it was easier to not get involved with anyone.”

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