Page 182 of Sweet Dominion

“I would take you up to my room and give it to you, but we have a serious duty—”

“We don’t.”

“We’re judges.”

DJ Hendrix’s voice boomed into the microphone. “Hey there, party people! Everyone grooving on the dance floor, go on back to your seats so we can get this Grill Off started. Chefs, get ready to get on the stage, please.”

I glanced back at Moni and slipped my gaze down to her breasts. “Let’s just get someone to substitute for us—”

“Absolutely not. This is a respectable judging position. Be patient, baby.” Chuckling again, she gave me a soft kiss on the cheek.

It was sweet, but it wasn’t enough.

I didn’t even check to see what was going on around us. The warmth of her lips still lingered on my mouth.

Without thinking, I gently reached for her wrist.

She widened her eyes. “What?”

“Alright, everyone,” DJ Hendrix lowered the music. “Now let’s get to know our judges!”

I pulled her closer, let go of that wrist, cupped her face with my hand and kissed her deeply.

She moaned against my mouth.

DJ Hendrix cleared his throat on the microphone. “Excuse me, judges! We hate to interrupt any passionate moments but. . .”

Moni leaned away from my mouth.

I sneered. “Get back over here.”

“No.” Moni scooted her chair away. “Lei, everyone is watching us.”

Some of the audience hooted at us.

Others whistled.

DJ Hendrix started saying something, but I ignored it all and kept my voice low. “After this Grill Off, I’m taking you away and fucking you.”

“You better calm down.” She hit my arm. “I see gummies make you horny.”

“I was horny before the gummies.”

She hit my arm again. “Would you pay attention? He’s been introducing us.”

I turned my attention to everyone who was clearly watching us.

DJ Hendrix laughed into the microphone. “Alrighty then. That’s the judges and as you can see, they are hot and ready to get this Grill Off going!”

Jo shook her head at us. “Moni, I thought you didn’t like public displays of affection and all that jazz?”

“I didn’t like you tonguing down your girl at the dinner table while we were all trying to enjoy Thanksgiving.”

“So, you were fronting then?”

Moni waved her away. “I’m ignoring you.”

The staff emerged from Lotus Blossom and gracefully weaved through the crowd, expertly balancing trays of silverware and neatly folded cloth napkins in their arms.

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