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“That I can do.” A smile lit his face. “Ready for dinner?”

I nodded, and excitement bubbled up at the reminder that the night wasn’t over yet.

Chapter Fifteen

WYATT

Sittingacross from Angie in my favorite restaurant had me more excited than anything I’d experienced with any other woman. Her love for food was perfection. She popped a piece of fried clam in her mouth and closed her eyes, savoring the taste, and I wasso glad I suggested trying them as an appetizer.

Would she look entranced like that when she took my cock into her mouth?

Fuck. I needed to think about something else. If not, there was no way I was getting up from my seat without it being obvious exactly what I was thinking about.

“What do you do in Boston?” she asked as she reached for another piece of fried clam.

“What do you mean?”

“Like, for work.”

I sat back in my chair and crossed my arms over my chest. I wasn’t quite sure how to answer her question. Would she judge me? But I promised honesty.

“I don’t work.”

Her brows shot to her hairline. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t need to work.” I smirked at the confusion marring her face. “My parents left me enough money that I would likely never need an actual job. I invest a lot of it. I’m on the board of two different charities, and I manage all aspects of the business side of the hotel now. But I don’t work.”

I didn’t see judgment on her face, but shock was definitely there. She blinked a few times before finally shaking her head. “I don’t think I could do that. Doesn’t it get boring?”

I shrugged. “Sometimes. But I try to fill my time with things I enjoy or that I’m good at.”

“I guess it would be nice to have the freedom to do that.”

She moaned around the food in her mouth, and I smirked.

“I could watch you eat all night, you know.”

She froze and raised a brow. “Watch me eat?”

“Yeah. It’s sexy as hell.”

“I highly doubt that.”

Sometimes I forgot how unaware she was of her own sex appeal. I made sure I was safe to stand before getting up and moving to sit next to her in the booth. We were in the back corner against the far wall of the restaurant, so, luckily, we had plenty of privacy.

I grabbed her hand and placed it on my crotch. “All from watching you eat.”

Her adorable giggle had my dick jumping against her hand, and her breath hitched again. I expected her to yank her hand away, but instead, she cupped me through my pants, and I fucking almost lost it.

“Don’t tease me.” I leaned close to her ear and held her hand tight in mine.

She smirked, looking up at me. “And what if I don’t listen?”

I let go of her hand, leaving it in my lap, and moved mine to her bare leg. Trailing it up under her dress, I paused halfway up her thigh. “Two can play that game if that’s what you want.”

“You make me feel sexy, Wyatt.” Her voice was barely a whisper. “It’s not something I’m used to.”

“Well, you should be.” Painfully slowly, I inched my hand farther up. “Any man who hasn’t made you feel like a queen he’s worshipping isn’t doing it right.” Dying to touch her, I couldn’t stop my hand from drifting up her smooth skin, my pinky brushing along her panties. “The first time we’re together, you’re going to sit on my face, and I’m going to show you exactly how a man should make you feel.”

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