Page 100 of Buckled in Barbwire

She glowers at my smug comment. “Are you actually asking me?”

My head dips in confirmation. “I’ll cancel the chefs if you’re not comfortable sitting everyone down yet.”

Her eyes blow wide again. “What chefs?”

“The duo I hired. It’s a husband-and-wife team, which is fitting. They’ve earned all sorts of prestigious awards for their food, including a James Beard and Best New Restaurant fromFood & Winemagazine.”

“I don’t know what that is,” she mumbles.

“It means their food is worthy of your palate. Have you heard of Two Spotted Cows and a Gray Duck? It’s an upscale farm-to-table downtown.” A grumble rises from my stomach in preparation.

“Oh!” Her gasp drowns out my hunger pangs. “They’re viral on TikTok a lot. It looks really fancy.”

My flat expression isn’t surprised to discover where shefinds news on the latest hot spots. “Kate and Pat own that place. They’ll be cooking for us, but only if you agree.”

Paisley appears dumbfounded and it takes her several seconds to escape the daze. “How is that possible? Tomorrow is Saturday. Don’t they need to be at their restaurant?”

“I made them an offer they couldn’t refuse.” After cradling her face between my palms, I swoop down to press our lips together.

Her cheeks heat under my touch. “Mhmm, I’m quite familiar with your persuasive tactics.”

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes,” she breathes against my mouth.

“The starter course will be served at six sharp.”

“Do you assume I’ll be late?”

“We might be if you don’t get to browsing.” I tip my head toward the eager employees.

She stiffens against me, just remembering where we are. Her gaze sweeps across the interior of Bronco Bling. “Oh, no. I’m done spending your money.”

“You’ve barely begun, wife.” I turn her to the nearest rack and lightly spank her into motion. “My credit card doesn’t have a limit.”

Paisley whirls back toward me. “Are you serious?”

“Try maxing it out and see.”

My twinkly cowgirl is already shaking her head. “Nope, not happening. You’ve given me too much already.”

“Have it your way.” I sweep her into my arms before glancing at the sales-clerks. “We’ll take one of everything in a size six. Send me a bill.”

“Don’t you dare. This will not end well for you,” my wife mutters.

“Love when that sassy mouth comes out to play.” I lean in and nip at her lips. “You’re itching to get stuffed, huh?”

Her eyes glaze over, and she sags into my hold. “Yes, boss.”

“That was quick.” My cock jerks while I carry her to the truck.

“But accepting no limits won’t be,” Paisley quips.

My wife is determined to test me, and I’m feral for it. “We’ll see how you feel after coming to your senses on my tongue or losing them underneath me.”

Kate and Pat—the chefs from Two Spotted Cows and a Gray Duck—wait at the head of the table while servers deliver the next course. Mouthwatering aromas waft from the plates, steam rising to tease my taste buds. Before we take a bite, the culinary pair will launch into an explanation of what’s in this particular dish. I’ve learned this is customary during events such as a Benson dinner party hosted by my husband. There’s an exclusive menu that they created just for tonight.

It’s a rather impressive affair.We’re dressed in our Saturday evening best. The men have their hats hanging on the backs of their chairs. Brody hasn’t taken his eyes off me or the sequin dress I chose to wear. A thrill rushes through me whenever I catch his fiery stare.

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