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“Good plan,” I agree with an infatuated sigh, feeling other customers’ eyes on us.
We order our food.
“Tell me everything. What does six days of leisure look like?” The candle’s golden glow bounces off his cheekbones. He’s got an end-of-the-day shadow on his jaw that I’m tempted to caress with my hand.
But first, dinner conversation like normal adults.
“We started the online registry, as you know. I made sure to look for the brands you researched. They’re great.”
He nods before tilting his head inquisitively. “Hopefully you indulged in some retail therapy for yourself.”
I lean back and flip my hair over my shoulders. “This dress is my big splurge. Do you like it?”
His Adam’s apple bobs unsteadily while his eyes go half-mast, gaze roaming over my face and chest. He licks his lips and whispers lowly, “You know I love it. You know exactly how badly I want you over my lap right now so I can touch every inch of this gorgeous dress. And kiss everything under it.”
I nearly choke on my drool because that washot.
“Need a drink, sweetheart?” he asks like he isn’t the reason I’m damn thirsty.
Sipping water and grabbing some composure, I redirect the conversation to less sexy topics.
“It was amazing to relax with Ami. Spa time and shopping trips aren’t usually in our budget, so it was fun seeing my sister get spoiled, too. Thank you for that.”
“You both deserve to enjoy your time together. Although ‘a teacher and a soldier enter a spa’doessound like the start of a good story.”
“It wasn’t all laying around. She worked out every day. I doubt even you could beat her in a swimming race.”
“Sweetheart, I’ve got playoff conditioning, have some faith.”
That one word,playoff, has him glowing. I watch excitement spark across his face like fire.
“Congratulations, by the way. The Mavericks ended the season on top of the league. That means home ice advantage throughout the playoffs, right?”
I’m very proud of the opportunity to sound hockey smart.Thank you, Google.
“We’re peaking at the right time,” Tristan confirms enthusiastically. “Every minute on the ice feels electric, even during practice. The city hasn’t shut up about it, either, with all the postseason projections.”
I reach across the table, brushing his wrist, warmth blooming in my chest.
“I’m extra glad you carved out time to be with me during a crucial time of the season.”
His thumb strokes over my fingers. “There’s nothing more important than you.”
The waiter sets down my bubbling lasagna and Tristan’s veal marsala, the steam rising between us. I take one bite before realizing I’m too distracted by his gaze. I barely taste anything. If his hooded stare at my lips is any indication, he’s just as impatient as I am.
“Tristan, do you think they’ll pack the food for us to bring to the hotel room?”
“Good plan. If we stay here much longer, I’m going to scandalize the entire restaurant by hauling you over my lap, after all.”
He signals the waiter with a flick of his hand, arranges for the food to be wrapped, and drops his card for the bill.
We’re out the door in five minutes.
CHAPTER 42
TRISTAN
My arm wraps around her waist as we walk through the lobby and climb into the elevator. I guide her to the side to make room for other people. Ligaya is in front of me. She presses back, vixen that she is, knowing that the silk of her dress hardly muffles the curve of her ass against my stiffening cock. She makes a cute whimpering noise when I grip her hip possessively.
