The Chase

He was already gauging the distance from here to their bed when someone nearby cleared their throat with a disapproving bark.

Heavenly tore away and avoided looking at the older couple across the room as she scurried to the table and sat. “Is that wine for me?”

Beck shot the couple a glower before sitting beside Heavenly. “It is, but you don’t have to drink it. Or eat anything. Or even sit down. If you want, we could order room service later.”

Seth nodded as he slid into his seat. “Much later.”

Her lashes fluttered onto her cheeks before her soft gaze bounced up to them. “You two aren’t hungry anymore?”

Her artless flirtation unleashed something feral inside him. “Oh, we are.”

“Me, too. In fact, I’m famished.”

For food…or something else? Beck didn’t know. But he stifled his impatience since she actually needed to eat. So he buttered a piece of sourdough and fed her while Seth pressed the wine into her hand. “I’ve ordered appetizers.”

“We’ll have a nice dinner,” Seth promised before a sly smile spread across his face. “After that…let’s see how you feel about dessert.”

“Are we having something special?”

The big PI leaned in with a wolfish grin. “We’d like to have you.”

She bit her lip softly, shyly. But her eyes were hungry and begged them to fuck her.

Beck was all too happy to deliver.

He plucked the napkin from her plate and draped it over her lap. As he pulled away, he purposely dragged his arm across her beaded nipples.

Heavenly froze. A tremor slid through her as she darted a sidelong glance his way. A pretty flush spread over her cheeks before she took a huge gulp of wine and set the stem down.

Seth raised a brow. “Are her nipples hard?”

“Like gumdrops.”

Heavenly sucked in a breath.

A predatory smile stretched across Seth’s face. “I bet that wine would taste even sweeter if we sipped it off her tits.”

“Like sugar. And imagine it from her pussy.”

She tossed a quick stare to the older couple, then yanked open her menu. “They have butter-poached lobster and scallops. Yum!”

Beck leaned closer. “Order both. Seth and I will spend dinner talking about how sweet you’re going to taste on our tongues.”

“Those people can hear us,” she whispered in chiding tones.

That was her only objection? “No, they can’t.”

“And who cares? I’m way more interested in ordering a bottle of wine to test Beck’s theory in our room.”

“Like you said, man, dessert.”

“You two are…” She trailed off as Beck lifted the tablecloth to peer at her legs. “What are you doing?”

“Admiring you in those shoes.”

Seth shoved the linen aside and peeked under the table. “So fucking sexy.”

She sent the older couple glaring their way a stilted smile. “Shh.”