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I pull her up and away from the counter and toward me. “Do you know what it’s going to do to me, knowing you’re wearing that plug while we eat dinner?”

“The same thing it did to you during your meeting while I was with Eugenie in New York?”

“Oh, you have no idea.” My voice has a rasp to it. “That day, all I could think of was you sitting at Susanne Corporate with your sweet little ass filled. Filled with the plug I put there. You didn’t know yet, but I did, where we were going that evening. I was hard all day. All fucking day, Skye.”

“So was I.” She lets out an embarrassed giggle. “I mean, I was turned on all day, during my meeting and all.”

“I know. That was my plan. I want you turned on while we eat our dinner.” I take her hand and lead it to my erection. “I’m hard as a rock already. So ready to stuff my cock inside that tight little asshole of yours.”

A soft moan echoes from her throat.

“But first, we eat. Don’t eat too much. I want you to have energy, but not to feel full. I don’t want you uncomfortable in any way tonight.”

“All right. It smells divine. What are we having?”

“Something simple. Lasagna. We’ll each eat a small portion, and there will be plenty of leftovers if we’re hungry afterward.” I lower my eyelids slightly. “You’ll be hungry, Skye. You’re going to use a lot of energy tonight.”

She nods hesitantly. “Whatever you want, Braden. I’ll dowhatever you say.”

“Marilyn makes excellent lasagna.”

“I’m sure Marilyn makes excellent everything.”

I lead her to the dining room, where the table has already been set. Two glasses of red wine sit beside the plates, and the lasagna is covered. An Italian loaf with olive oil for dipping, and a small green salad.

That’s it.

And it’s perfect.

I pull out her chair, and she sits. Her nipples are hard and turgid, and they don’t escape my gaze.

She’s wondering if I’m going to get undressed.

But she won’t ask.

She knows it’s not her place.

I sit across from her and serve her a small square of the lasagna. The salad has already been plated, and a slice of bread sits on her bread dish. Then I serve myself.

This is a casual meal. Normally we’d eat our salad first, but tonight it’s all served together. She smiles. I’m doing this for her. To make her comfortable. Even though she’s naked, I’m making this casual for her.

“Dig in,” I say from across the table.

She begins with a forkful of salad. It’s dressed with a honey vinaigrette. She pulls off a piece of her bread and dips it in the olive oil. The olive oil has been infused with something spicy, most likely cayenne or jalapeño with a touch of garlic.

And then the lasagna. The sauce is acidic with a hot spiciness due again to hot pepper.

I love to watch Skye eat. She’s not a timid eater. I take a bite of my salad, letting the tangy dressing float over my tongue.

I swallow, touch my napkin to my lips, and then pick up my glass of wine. “To discovery.”

She picks her glass up and clinks it against mine. “Todiscovery.” Then she takes a sip.

“What wine is this?” she asks.

“It’s a Brunello di Montepulciano from Italy, made from the Sangiovese grape.”

“It’s wonderful. So juicy and spicy. Perfect with this meal.”

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