Page 103 of Indecent Obsession
Wyatt smacks my cheek lightly. “Sit, trouble.”
Fine. I perch on the chair, feeling awkward. A plate of steak with potatoes and vegetables sits at my place. Along with silverware. The takeout boxes must be in the trash. It looks and smells delicious.
I shiver a little. It’s odd sitting at a table naked. My mom would be appalled. But I cross my legs, sit up straight, and put my napkin on my lap like I’m dining in a fancy restaurant. I’m definitely texting this to Drew tonight, but he might make every dinner at his place naked.
At least he’d join me. The others are still fully clothed. I read that this is typical in a master-slave relationship, but I know that’s not what Wyatt wants. This is just punishment, which is better than some of the other things he could make me do.
“How was your day?” Dante tries to maintain eye contact with my eyes and not my breasts.
“It was work. Am I going to do anything interesting soon?” I take a bite of my potatoes. “Not that reconciling accounts isn’t interesting, but there’s got to be something more.”
“I can think of a few interesting things to do.” Finn doesn’t bother to meet my eyes. His gaze is firmly on my body.
My breasts ache under the weight of his stare. This is going to be a long dinner.
Dante shakes his head. “This isn’t going to work.”
“What?” I ask, but he’s already standing and unbuttoning his shirt. I take a bite of my vegetables, figuring I’m getting a show or about to be a show. Either way, yay for me.
“Stand up, pip.” Dante nods.
I set my fork down and place my napkin on the table before standing in front of him. Am I hoping for more sex? A little. But this seems a bit more awkward than usual. His posture is too tight.
Dante takes his shirt off and wraps it around my shoulders. “Arms in, pip.”
Admiring my view of Dante’s ripped chest and abs, I thread my arms into the sleeves, glancing at Wyatt. This is probably against the rules. He watches but doesn’t move to stop Dante.
Dante’s shirt is warm around me. He buttons the shirt closed one button at a time. I’m surrounded by his clean ocean cologne. Then he straightens the collar, drawing my gaze back to his pale blue eyes.
I want to sway into him and have him hold me, touch me. The man is drop-dead gorgeous and I kind of want to sit on that gorgeous face of his again. A shiver runs through me as he strokes his thumb over the pulse in my neck.
“While I appreciate the beauty of Sara being naked at the table, I don’t need to have an erection while I eat.” He places a kiss on my lips and raises an eyebrow at Wyatt. “Compromise acceptable?”
I turn and hold my arms out. Dante’s shirt swallows me whole. My hands are inside the sleeves and it reaches midthigh.
“Fine.” Wyatt’s gaze takes in every inch of me, making me burn. He glances at Dante. “You could’ve just fucked her.”
My thighs press together against the need throbbing there. Fuck, I like that option better.
“I disagree with the shirt.” Finn smirks as he takes me in. “I liked her all bare-assed and tits out. But I’m definitely game to fuck Sara during dinner.”
When he moves to stand, Dante gives him a look.
“Majority rules on the shirt.” Dante takes his seat, still shirtless. “No fucking at the table. For now.”
My cheeks heat at the for now. I take my seat, trying not to stare at the expanse of Dante’s chest. “I vote you guys should all have to be shirtless at the dinner table. It’s only fair since I’m pantless.”
“This isn’t about fairness, trouble.” Wyatt gives me a tired look, like I’m the one wearing him out.
Finn unbuttons his shirt and shrugs it off onto the back of his chair. “Always willing to please, flower.”
I take a bite of my steak and turn to look at Wyatt. He cuts his steak and glances up to meet my gaze.
“No, trouble.” He slides his fork full of steak into his mouth.
“Spoilsport.” I’m good with my view though. Finn and Dante both work out. Dante more so than Finn, but Finn is still cut. They all look divine in tuxedos, which is what they’ll be wearing this weekend. And I was trying to ignore this weekend.
But it’s better to go in knowing and not be surprised.
