Page 88 of The Mistakes I've Made
“Why don’t you show me?” I said, taking a step back.
She eagerly followed, fully willing to do just as I’d asked until her eyes caught sight of the room.
And then I lost her.
“Wow! Look at this place!”
I couldn’t help but laugh as I took a backseat to her first passion. But I knew, when she was done geeking out over bed linens and furniture choices, I’d make her forget all about it with a single, scorching touch.
“You know, my eyes are up here.”
My brow lifted as I met Lani’s amused gaze across the table. “Yes, and they’re beautiful, but if you expect me to look anywhere else tonight when you’re wearing a dress like that, you’re crazy.”
She smirked, seemingly very pleased with herself. “I guess I did promise something very wicked, didn’t I?”
“Yes,” I affirmed, giving her another once-over.
From the moment she’d stepped out of the bedroom of our suite, wearing that tight little black number, I’d been imagining all the different ways I’d take it off her later.
I was up to twenty-eight.
I was extremely creative.
“And, if you keep doing that,” I said, watching her lean forward, her breasts nearly spilling out of the top.
“Doing what?” she asked innocently.
“Driving me crazy from across the table like that,” I explained. “Keep poking the bear Lani, and I’ll be forced to do something about it.”
Her smile widened, and she did exactly what I’d hoped she’d do. She leaned forward, pressing those luscious breasts together, the ones I’d kissed and sucked not hours before, and gave me the challenge I’d been wanting.
“Good evening,” a voice said, startling both of us.
We looked up to find a chipper waiter at our table.
“May I take your drink orders?”
Lani seemed to be trying to hold back laughter while I rolled with it.
“Yes,” I answered, “but first, do you think you could do us a favor?”
“Of course,” he answered.
“My wife and I are newlyweds,” I said, taking a tip from Lani’s book. “And we’d really love to sit next to each other and face that beautiful ocean view together. Would you mind switching her table setting?”
Lani seemed a little confused by my request, but the moment she sat down next to me and my hand slid up her leg, things started to shift into place.
“Thank you,” I said to the waiter, giving a wide smile while he took our drink orders. Once he left to retrieve them, I turned my attention back to my adoring fake wife.
“You wouldn’t,” she whispered as my fingers slipped under the skirt of her dress.
“Oh, I would.”
“But there are so many people.”
“Mmhmm,” I agreed, taking a quick glance around. We were fairly close to the table next to us. Not too close, thankfully, but a moan or two would definitely be heard. “Then, I guess you’d better be quiet.”
She opened her mouth, but not a single protest came out as her legs spread wider under the table.
