A Dash of Spice (Lights Camera Insta-love 2)

After that, I can figure out how to rid him of that belief.

By any means necessary.

I kick open the back door of the restaurant and carry Lola inside. We’re not off to a great start, since she refused to get out of the limousine, but I’m a professional athlete.

Challenges are kind of my thing.

And I’ve never met one more worthy of a fight.

Looking down at her sexy curves nestled in my arms, I groan out loud and gather her closer. She glares up at me, but her dress is molded to her tits, showing off her peaked nipples. There’s a rosy glow on her cheeks that has been there since we kissed. So she might be pissed, but she’s attracted to me, thank Christ.

Back in the green room at the television studio, I almost came in my pants when our tongues touched for the first time. I’ve never tasted anything sweeter or more perfect than her mouth, and the way her legs wrapped around me? Fuck. I am showing admirable restraint by taking her to this restaurant with my cock full and dripping in my briefs. If she shows me the slightest bit of encouragement, how will I keep myself from pinning her tight body beneath mine and getting my seed inside her as deeply as possible?

Pregnant.

Pregnant.

I need to get her pregnant.

“Aiden, you’re talking out loud,” Lola cries. “There will be no getting me pregnant.”

The waiter chooses that moment to appear, looking uncomfortable by what he overheard, but I can only grin. “Can I help…” His eyes widen with recognition. “Holy shit, you’re Aiden Tulane!”

“One and the same.” I’ve been to this restaurant a couple of times, usually when my agent wants to soften the blow of another suspension, but I seem to remember there being a small, intimate dining area downstairs. “We’ll take the private room.”

“Absolutely, Mr. Tulane. Right away.”

“Thanks.”

“Really?” Lola complains at the waiter’s retreating back. “Zero concerns over the fact that I’m being carried in here against my will?”

I glance down at the spot where her hand has slipped between two buttons of my dress shirt, her fingers sifting through my chest hair. “Against your will might seem like a stretch.”

Pink cheeked, she tugs her hand back and I wish I’d said nothing. I love the way her touch feels on my skin. Like it should have been there all along. It only takes a moment for the waiter to come rushing back with two leather-bound menus. He ushers us to a staircase that leads downstairs to a small, dim room. Wine racks line all four walls, floor to ceiling, and a table is situated in the middle, lit by flickering candles. Soft music filters in from an unseen speaker.

I carry my fiancée over to one of the wide, wingback chairs and sit down, arranging her sideways in my lap and leaning back, feeling like a king who has found his queen.

“What do you drink, Lola?” I ask, massaging the back of her neck with my thumb.

She leans into my touch, ecstasy making her eyes a deeper blue, but she catches herself quickly and straightens her spine. “Champagne, please.” She throws a smirk at me. “The expensive kind.”

“Make it two bottles,” I say, without breaking her eye contact.

Her smile plummets. Mine grows.

Doesn’t she know I can build her a champagne shower if she wishes it?

“Right away, Mr. Tulane,” says the waiter, wheeling from the room.

Lola regards me thoughtfully for long moments. “Was it true what you said before? That you’ve never been with a woman?”

“Yes.”

“And yet, you’re so…confident.”

“I’m determined. It’s not quite the same thing.” Heat flows up the back of my neck over my next admission. “I don’t know how to make you come yet, but I’ll devote my life to finding out. When I set out to master something, I refuse to fail.”

“I wouldn’t know how to make you come, either,” she whispers.

“Move that ass around a little more on my lap, baby. It’ll happen.”

Obviously just realizing she’s been torturing me with subtle revolutions of her hips, Lola gasps and reaches for the ice water sitting on the table. I watch her throat move as she drinks deeply, leaving her mouth glistening with droplets. “This has been the craziest day,” she rasps.

“Crazy good.”

“Easy for you to say, you’re the one with all the power.” She sets the glass down slowly. “I’m already someone’s puppet. My strings are taken. You can’t hold them, too.”

“Consider them cut,” I seethe, rage winding around my insides. “No one holds your strings but you. I’m just terrified that if I give you an option to leave, I’ll never see you again.”

“You shouldn’t see me again. It’s dangerous.”

“I’m dangerous, baby,” I say, an inch from her mouth. “Or haven’t you noticed?”

She shakes her head. “You don’t understand.”

I lean in and catch her soft, plump lips in a kiss, my hand sliding to her hip and squeezing, rocking her toward me. At first, her mouth is stiff, but I make a gruff sound, a plea for more, and feel her melt. Feel her body lose its fight. She opens her lips and lets my tongue venture deep inside, licking against hers and she shudders against me. “There’s nothing that could keep you from being mine,” I say hoarsely. “Just help me understand.”