Page 29 of Seductive Scoundrel

He leans forward, taking my hand in his. “Tell me a secret, Mia Ford. Tell me something that no one else knows about you.”

I open my mouth, ready to share something very personal with him when Reginald knocks, then enters our private bubble. “Sorry to disturb you, sir. Are you ready for the main course?”

Dean looks at our mostly uneaten appetizers. “We are. The sooner the better.”

I’m not sure how, but Reginald keeps a straight face as he clears our dishes and resets the table for our main course. Another server places a tray of sushi between us while Reginald explains what each selection is.

“Can I bring you anything else before you get started?” he asks.

Mr. Big Dick’s eyes sweep over my face. “Give us twenty minutes, then bring us two Tartufo balls and the bill.”

My mouth slowly slides open, but I can’t help it.Tartufo balls.The man’s a mind reader.

When the wait staff leaves, Dean picks up a piece of sushi with his chopsticks. “Open wide for me, baby.”

I do exactly what he says because I’m beyond doing anything else right now. A low, musical sound comes from my throat as I slowly chew, but it’s not only because of the delicious flavors rolling around my mouth. The anticipation of tasting the man across from me is just as mouthwatering.

His eyes burn into me as I lick my lips. “Maybe I should cancel dessert. I can’t wait to have you in all the ways I’ve been craving. Now, tell me a secret. Something so personal that no one else knows.”

“Will you promise to do the same?” My heart is in my throat because I want to tell him everything – anything – and it’s a little scary.

He nods. “Tell me.”

“I don’t plan on staying in New York for very long, and I ate two slices of pizza before I came, just in case I didn’t stay for the entire meal or hated the food.”

His rich baritone chuckle makes my toes curl. “Let’s get the rest to go,” he replies, leaning across the table to kiss me hard and deep.

Yes, sir.

Chapter Nine

Dean

There’ssomething different about Mia.

She’s perfect – beautiful, funny, and a body that’s built like a fantasy – but she isn’t how I remember her from the masquerade. She’s better.

Her breasts are bigger and testing the seams of her dress like no one’s business. The somewhat willowy woman from the party has been replaced by a dangerously curved one.

And I don’t forget the details – ever. It doesn’t make any fucking sense.

“I told you a secret.” Mia interjects into my introspection and pulls my full attention to her face.

Her admission about moving is a relief. She has an official expiry date, and won’t be able to consume me after she leaves the only place I’ll ever call home. New York City and I go hand-in-hand.

I’ll fuck her and forget her, like the countless women before – and after – her.

“You look good sitting in my car,” I tell her, watching as her face flushes with pleasure. Robert is driving us to my place and not a moment too soon. My cock has been sending assault missile signals to my brain all evening.

“It would be even better if you were naked and covered in my cum,” I add, giving her what I can only imagine is a wolfish grin that’s earned me countless blowjobs.

Her pupils take over her irises, and she’s trembling when she reaches for her ice cream ball. She tries to act calm and cool around me, but the façade is flimsy.

She hasn’t had anything like me before. And she never will again.

“Holy crap, this is an incredible ball and totally worth $100!”

I burst out laughing, surprising myself. It makes me realize that I don’t laugh often enough and that, sometimes, it’s fun not to take life so seriously.

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