Now I can’t think of anything else.
“Dessert?” our server asks. “We have an excellent cheesecake, a creamy chocolate mousse, and a locally sourced pineapple-coconut bread pudding, along with a selection of sherbets and flans.”
“I’m stuffed,” Kate says.
How? She only took a few bites. Her half-eaten fish and salad sit on her forgotten plate.
“Pick one, Kate,” I insist.
As usual, Josh jumps in to smooth things over. “Please. It’s our first night here. We should try something sweet.”
I lean closer and whisper for her ears only. “Especially since this steakhouse will be in direct competition for the resort we’re proposing. How can we give our investors advice about offering superior service if we don’t know how high the bar is?”
She tosses her hands in the air. “Fine. The bread pudding, please.”
Triumph curls up my lips. “Cheesecake and coffee.”
Josh looks pleased, too. “I’ll try the mousse. And bring us another bottle of wine.”
“I should stop drinking,” Kate objects.
I shrug. “Feel free. I’d like more, so the bottle is here if you want any.”
The server takes away our dinner plates and disappears, leaving Josh and me alone with Kate. I can’t stop staring at her. Neither can he.
“What else do you envision for the property?” he asks her.
With half an ear, I listen. She’s got great ideas for an infinity-edge pool that optically blends into the ocean for a tropical oasis. As she describes cabanas, garden-like lanais, and a waterside cafe, I sink into her lilting voice. Her passion for the project—bright eyes and expressive face—ignites my desire. I’d love to see her on her back, in my bed, wearing that same expression as I fist my hands in her hair and fill her pussy with every hard inch pressing against my zipper. Imagining Josh teasing her nipples while I do only makes my desire more urgent.
The waitress brings our dessert, along with my coffee and a fresh bottle of wine. I sip my java, watching Kate pick up her spoon and scoop up bread pudding, vanilla ice cream melting down its sides. The moment it touches her tongue, her eyes widen with a shock of pleasure. Then her lashes flutter shut as she moans.
“It’s that good?” I ask, my voice rough.
“Sinful.”
Not yet, and I shouldn’t even be entertaining the idea of getting her into bed—much less putting her between Josh and me—but I can’t stop.
“Try this.” I cut off a forkful of my fluffy cheesecake and extend it across the table toward her.
Kate’s gaze lifts. Our stares meet. A zing peals through me. She sucks in a breath. Yeah, she feels it, too.
Fuck, I want between her legs.
“Thanks.” She reaches for the fork, avoiding the touch of my hand.
It’s perverse and dangerous, but I pull the dessert out of her reach. “Let me.”
Kate hesitates. Another clinging stare later, she lowers her arm and parts her lips for me. Slowly. Reluctantly. She’s obviously unsure, and I can almost hear her thoughts. What she’s feeling is inappropriate and one-sided. She’s overthinking everything. She’s reading too much into my gesture.
I’ll let her keep imagining all that.
Once she’s opened her mouth, I slide my fork onto her pretty pink tongue. Her plump lips close around the tines. I imagine them fastening around my cock. My restraint buckles, and I start to sweat, especially when her eyes widen in dawning pleasure.
“That’s ah-mazing,” she moans.
Josh pours her more wine. “Here’s a fresh glass in case you need something to wash it down.”
Kate licks her lips and swallows the bite like she’s having a sexual experience before she reaches for the vino and takes a long swallow.