Page 86 of Devilish

I swallowed back a moan, reminding myself we were surrounded by other people. But then his foot moved upbetweenmy legs and I brought a hand up to cover my gasp, faking a cough.

“Uh oh,” Lucien said. “You’re not coming down with anything, are you?”

He wanted to play, did he? I could do that. I’d seen the way he responded when I flirted or teased him, and that was all he was doing. Playing with me.

“Actually, I’m feeling a littlehotandbothered…” I smoothed my hand over my chest and up my neck, then flicked open my top button. “Maybe I should get something to cool me down.”

“Or maybe you should just undo the next button.”

I looked at the tables surrounding us until Lucien’s foot rubbed my cock again.

“Eyes on me, Kai. Now undo the next button.”

I’d just been meaning to tease. But it seemed my response had given Lucien the green light he’d been waiting for, and I wanted to run straight toward it.

I trailed my fingers along my collarbone and down the strip of skin Lucien could see, teasing and flirting with the shirt edge until I got to the second button. When I slipped it free, Lucien growled.

“Christ.” He shook his head, and the heat in that stare made my dick wake with a hunger that couldn’t be sated anytime soon.

Lucien was going to tease me to death, wasn’t he? Rile me up and make me beg for him to take me home. Or—I looked around, searching for a restroom—somewhere closer and private.

“Can I ask a question,sir?” I ran my finger over the third button but didn’t undo it.

Lucien’s eyes narrowed with interest and arousal. “You may.”

“Are you my dom issuing orders right now, or”—I reached under the table to stroke his leg—“is this a game we can both play?”

He cursed, and that felt like a small victory. It was so sexy to see him get aroused by me, and that only made me want to push him even more. If he was going to torture my cock, along with my self-control, it was only fair I get to do the same.

Lucien threw back the rest of his drink and then leaned forward. “See, I’m not sure you can handle a game like that.”

“No?”

He shook his head. “No. But if you’d like to try, come on. Play with me, little boy.”

The challenge was one I couldn’t resist, even though I knew I was way out of my league. The restaurant was packed, and it wouldn’t take much for someone to look our way and get us both kicked out for indecency. And that would be a shame, if only for those lobster crepes I wanted to come back for.

But Lucien was irresistible, and I wanted to play with him anywhere, anytime.

“Take off your jacket,” I said.

He cocked his head and then stood up. As he shrugged out of the jacket and placed it on the back of his chair, he did nothing to hide his erection that tented his pressed pants.

My mouth watered, my pulse kicked up, and when Lucien sat back down, he smirked as if to say,Now what?

His shirt was already unbuttoned to reveal the top of his chest, and it took me a second of deliberation before I said, “Can I have your belt?”

“My belt?”

“Yes. Please, sir.”

Lucien looked a little caught off guard by the request, but he complied. Scooting back in his chair to give me a view, he unhooked his belt and slid it free.

I took it from him, our hands brushing and sending sparks up my arm. “Thank you.”

The smooth leather belt hadn’t come from some store on the corner, that was for sure. It had the weight and metal that spoke of someone who took pride in their craft. I ran my fingers over it before folding it and running it across the back of my hand.

“Mmm. Feels good.” I flipped my hand over and tapped the belt against my palm. Lucien’s eyes were glued to the move. “I wonder if it would feel this goodeverywhere.”

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