Their Sweet Desire (Power Surge: The Billionaire Club 3)

“Very nice dress. You look stunning, doll.”

She felt the goose bumps run along her skin the moment his warm breath collided with her ear. She almost closed her eyes and relished in the sensations, but Emerson placed a hand along her waist and guided her toward the front entrance of the restaurant. Stone opened the door for them.

“Good evening, sirs. I have the table all set for you,” the hostess stated as she eyed both men and then Antoinette. Antoinette stared right back at the woman and then the hostess smiled, before leading them through the one dining room and into a back room.

The aroma of different Italian delicacies lingered through the air. The further they walked, the less crowded it was and then there were empty tables and one single table in the corner, illuminated with candlelight.

“As you requested,” the hostess said.

“Thank you,” Stone replied.

Emerson pulled out a chair for her and then they all sat down.

“Everything smells so good,” she told them.

“Are you hungry?” Stone asked as he locked gazes with her. She felt his thigh against hers on one side and Emerson was close by on the other side. They could both move barely an inch and keep physical contact. She was on fire.

“I am hungry.”

“How do you stay in such good shape, being around all those delicious sweets all the time at Bliss?” Emerson asked. She smiled. People always asked her that.

“I enjoy working out, and I only splurge for a little something here and there.”

“Where do you work out?” Stone asked.

“Oh, that’s a secret.”

She looked at the menu the hostess left and Stone gave her thigh a little nudge.

“A secret?” he asked, moving a little closer to her. God, the man was gorgeous. His deep blue eyes appeared very naughty right now, and she loved that.

“I can’t tell you.”

“Why not?” Emerson exclaimed, never even picking up the menu. Had they been here before? With whom and how often that he didn’t have to look at the menu?

“Well, this is our first date. It may not seem right if I tell you that I take kickboxing classes and that I’m prepared to strike if provoked,” she told him, never looking away from her menu.

“Damn, the thought of you doing that is hot,” Stone said. Then she felt his hand move over her thigh to her knee. He kept it there.

She swallowed hard. Oh boy, did this man just make my temperature rise. She looked at him, and he caressed her thigh.

“Did I tell you how beautiful you look?” Stone asked as she locked gazes with him.

“You told me that you liked my dress.” She watched his eyes roam over the V of the top of her dress, showing some cleavage. With a thirty-eight-D chest, it was difficult to not show off some cleavage. His eyes seemed to roam over her breasts, and then to her lips.

“I would love to kiss you right now.”

“Oh, that might not be a good idea,” she found herself replying quickly.

“Why not?” Emerson asked as he placed his hand over hers. She tried to calm her breathing. She suddenly wanted to bypass dinner and get right to dessert. Would it be so bad if she had sex with them on the first date? The thought made her feel even more excited, and then she shyly looked down.

“You two are tag-teaming me and it’s not fair.” Both men eased away and she immediately felt their loss. She tried to say something. Maybe “don’t stop” or “I didn’t mean to make you stop touching me,” but it didn’t matter. The waiter arrived.

* * * *

Stone was having a difficult time not touching Antoinette. She looked so beautiful, the way her face almost glowed beneath the candlelight. Her eyes even sparkled, and those thick, lovely eyelashes of hers were beautiful. Her submissive demeanor and the way she shied away from their questions or flirtatious remarks had his cock straining for release. There was something so incredible about her. It was like he never felt so compelled to get to know someone.

He had become hardened over the years. After a crazy, dysfunctional childhood, being involved with the wrong women and, of course, being in the profession that he was in had made him hard. It was difficult if not nearly impossible for him to relax and just let himself be around someone other than Emerson. Emerson had seen Stone through such tough times. Some dating back to his childhood, and the times Emerson hid Stone out in the family basement where Stone’s abusive father couldn’t find him.