Page 58 of Wicked Takeover
Dante removed a cloth napkin that he’d gotten from his uncle’s restaurant. Although he handed the linen to Lauren, she wasn’t appeased. She craned her neck to see what else was inside.
The only things left were his napkin and churros for dessert. “What did you think I had in here?”
“Nothing.” She bit into her Cubano and made a throaty noise brimming with satisfaction.
She wasn’t putting off his question that easily. “Come on, tell me.” He stroked her naked thigh but stopped before reaching her curls.
Lauren’s lips parted on a breathy moan. Her mouth was shiny from the ham and pork juice. Mustard stained her lower lip.
Dante longed to lick it off but didn’t. Wouldn’t. Not until he got an answer.
“This Cubano is really good.”
He pulled back his hand. “If you don’t want to talk, just say so. I’m good with that.”
Her cheeks darkened. Embarassment flooded her face. “Cuffs, all right?”
“I don’t know. What about them?”
“I thought you had cuffs in the basket. Maybe even a blindfold.” She shrugged. “And sex toys.”
He liked how she kept surprising him. Dante cupped his rod and nuts. “My toys go everywhere I do. As far as a blindfold’s concerned…”
With his napkin between his hands, he whipped the fabric over until it was narrow enough to cover her eyes. “Come here.”
…
His napkin looked ominous somehow, exciting, too. Expectant as hell, Lauren lowered her Cubano and leaned toward him.
He slipped the napkin over her eyes, plunging her into darkness.
Her other senses intensified. Tang from the mustard, along with the salty ham, teased her palate. Pork and cheese offered heavenly fragrances that mingled with the sultry air and Dante’s scent.
He tied the napkin, and the fabric rasped. Leaves rustled in the faint wind. A car passed in the distance. Someone called out, the voice too far away for her to understand the words or to know the speaker’s sex.
It was always possible that person would eventually come here and see what Dante was doing. He lifted her skirt to her waist, tucked it in the band so it’d stay up, and exposed her intimately. Warm air licked her damp folds.
The paper bag crinkled.
She flinched.
“Easy.” Dante squeezed her shoulder.
She tried to relax but couldn’t. Her senses were on overload. It was thrilling and slightly daunting—her fantasies couldn’t compare.
He ran something over her lips.
She sniffed. Pepper and other spices registered. “Is that a fry?”
“Plantain. Eat.”
Mouthwatering didn’t do the food justice. She relished the sweet-salty treat, crispy on the outside, creamy in the middle. When she reached his fingers, she licked salt from them, wanting to taste him.
He brushed her sandwich across her mouth.
Obediently, she took a bite.
He buried his hand in her curls and thumbed her clit.
