Page 53 of When He Lies
“Well, then…what?” His brows had shot up.
Beneath the table, Simone slid her right foot out of her high heel. He sat directly across from her, and, honestly, it was a bit too far, but if she stretched, she could make this work. The table was small, intimate, and the long, dark tablecloth would hide her movements.
She stretched.
He jumped.
Then Ryan’s hands immediately clamped around the edge of the table near him. “Simone.”
“Um?”
“Are you…” He swallowed. “Is your foot tapping me?”
“Is that what you want to call it?” Her foot was not, in fact, tapping. It was gliding. Up his calf. Then higher. Above his knee.
He swallowed again. And his right hand flew beneath the table and locked around her ankle before she could go higher. “What are you doing?”
“Why don’t you let go and you can find out?”
His eyes blazed at her. A dark fire. Lust. Need.
And his hand let go.
Her foot continued its exploration. “What do we have here?” But she knew. She could tell what that very large item was. She arched her foot, rubbed over his heavy cock, and when a low rumble of need tore from him, her own breath caught.
“Here you are!”
The waiter was back.
Ryan cursed.
Her foot slid off him.
“The dessert.” Edward put two plates down with a flourish. “And the extra bread that you requested.” The waiter beamed at her. “Is there anything else the lady would like?”
Oh, she could think of a few things. But she just thanked the waiter and watched as he hurried off. He hadn’t brought Ryan’s coffee. Should she have asked about it? Ryan certainly hadn’t. He’d appeared…distracted.
“What. Game. Are. You. Playing?” Each word rumbled hard from Ryan.
“The kind that you like obviously.” She dropped her napkin. “Whoops.” She slanted a glance Ryan’s way.
He shook his head. “You are not.” He’d clearly anticipated her plan. Good for him.
“Dropped my napkin. Better get it.” She dipped down low. Slipped under the table.
“Simone.”
This was a five-star restaurant. She should not be doing this. She knew she should not be doing this. And yet…
Her hand reached out to him. She’d deliberately slipped close to his side of the table. It was so easy to reach out. To reach up. To skim her fingers over the heavy bulge of his arousal. It would be just as easy to unzip his pants and?—
“Check!” Ryan thundered. “Check, now!”
She returned to her seat. “But I haven’t had dessert.”
“I’m about to have my dessert.” His expression could only be termed savage. “Check!”
He pulled her into the elevator. Ryan used the keycard to access their secure floor, and as soon as those elevator doors closed…
