Caught in the Storm
“I don’t get you, Johnathan. You’re still a mystery to me, but I must admit, I like it. I like not knowing what will happen next. It’s exciting.”
Leaning across the table and taking her hands in mine, I kiss each of them and then whisper so only she can hear.
“And I like that the sound of your voice just turned me on. We’re going to need another bottle of wine before I can stand up from the table thanks to your dirty remarks, my love.”
A fierce blush spreads across Amelia’s cheeks, and a giggle escapes her. She covers her mouth, but it’s loud, and a few tables close to us turn in our direction.
“I’m sorry,” she says. “I was just thinking about your little predicament, and I couldn’t help but laugh.”
“Yeah, well,” I start, releasing one hand and reaching under the table. When my hand meets silk, her laugh comes to an abrupt halt. “Two can play at that game.”
The challenge has been laid on the table, and she’s not backing down, uncrossing her legs for me and scooting closer.
“If that’s how you want to play—”
Amelia’s words are interrupted by a camera flash. I knew things were too good to be true. There are three reporters in the lobby taking pictures as Charles attempts to hold them back.
They’ve killed my hard-on, but that also means we can leave now.
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