Page 85 of Devilish

“Hmm.” He took a sip of his drink and studied me. “Sounds like someone might need to be tied up.”

“That’s not the threat you think it is,” I said, running the tip of my shoe along his leg. When his eyes sparked with interest, I laughed and dropped my foot, returning my attention to the meal before I got us both in trouble.

Lucien, on the other hand, gave zero fucks.

He moved his legs on either side of mine and kept us connected as we finished our meal. After taking my final bite, I picked up my napkin and dabbed the corner of my mouth, and didn’t miss for a second the way Lucien watched with a smirk.

He brought his drink to his lips. “Have you decided what you’re going to eat for dessert?”

“No. Was I supposed to pick that out before they took the menu away?”

“No, no.” He chuckled. “That’s just where I look first.”

“Of course it is. Life’s pleasures and all.”

Lucien winked and placed his glass on the table. “You know it. So, tell me, what do you think of this place?”

“Are you kidding?” I managed to tear my eyes off the gorgeous man opposite me long enough to take another look around us. The Empire State Building was now clearly in sight, and tonight it was lit up in all different colors. It wouldn’t have shocked me in the slightest if that had been Lucien’s doing too. My lips twitched at the idea as I took in the other patrons of the restaurant, took in the smiles, laughter, and memories being made. For once in my life I was a part of that, making memories I would cherish for the rest of my life. “I think it’s wonderful.”

“I thinkyou’rewonderful.”

Heat crept up my neck as the waiter appeared by our table to collect our empty plates. “Would you like to see the dessert menu?”

“He would,” Lucien said. “I’m going to have my usual.”

“Of course, Mr. Vale.”

The waiter inclined his head and left, and I leaned over the table toward Lucien.

“Mr. Vale? Yourusual? How often do you come here?”

“Surprisingly, I’ve nevercomehere.” Lucien ran his eyes down over me, and I felt that fiery gazeeverywhere. “Maybe we should change that tonight.”

Oh. My. God.

“You better stop it,” I said.

“Stop what?” Lucien licked along his lower lip, and a sudden image of him swiping that tongue up my cock flashed through my head. “We’re just talking.”

I shifted in my seat and looked around. “You arenotjust talking.”

“No? What am I doing?”

I opened my mouth about to tell him that he was teasing me, but the waiter chose that exact moment to deliver my menu.

“Thank you,” I said.

“Of course—let me know when you’re ready to order.”

I nodded and flipped it open as he left, holding it up to block out the way Lucien was undressing me with his eyes. Jesus, how was I supposed to think about food? “Do you have any favorites? Any recommendations?”

“Oh I have plenty. But none of them have anything to do with eating what’s onthatmenu.”

I should’ve known better. Lucien was in a mood. One that was going to get me in a lot of trouble if I let it.

I pulled the menu out of my way and whispered, “Are you trying to drive me crazy?”

“No.” Lucien’s foot found mine under the table again, and he ran the toe of his shoe up behind my calf. “I’m trying to turn you on.”

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