restaurant.
“I look like an idiot.” She tugged on the pants that were stretched across her hips. Mikhel’s pants. She hadn’t thought to bring a change of clothes. She hadn’t expected to need it. Her gown was unwearable. Not completely ruined but it would take a better seamstress than her and more than five minutes to fix the straps that Mikhel had snapped last night.
So she and Zach had put together a mish-mash of clothes. Zach’s shirt, which thankfully hung down almost to her thighs. Mikhel’s trousers, tight across her ass and rolled up so they made very thick cuffs at her ankles. Her high heels made the finishing touch to her ridiculous outfit.
No bra and no underwear.
Mikhel had just smiled when she’d asked about her panties, fearing he’d left them on the floor of the ballroom. No, he promised he’d picked them up but he was keeping them as a prize.
“You look delicious,” Mikhel said, dropping his voice so only she could hear. “Good enough to eat.” As he spoke he put his hand on her ass and gave it a gentle squeeze, telling her that it wouldn’t take much for her to be the main course at his table. The hungry caress gave her the boost of confidence she needed to actually walk inside.
They entered the elegant dining room and the hostess immediately rushed to greet them. To give her credit, she didn’t flinch after seeing Taylor’s outfit. She simply led the three of them to a corner booth. Mikhel nudged Taylor’s hip, urging her to climb inside. Zach sat down on one side of her, Mikhel took up the space on the other. Both men sat close but she didn’t mind—after having them surrounding her for the past twelve hours, it was strange to not be touching one of them.
The waitress came up and offered them champagne, which they all accepted. Taylor didn’t know about the two guys but the champagne made her remember the night before—and Zach and Mikhel licking it off her skin. She sipped from her glass and looked at Mikhel. His eyes were hot and she knew he was sharing the same memory.
“I’m going to run up to the buffet,” Zach said, sliding out of the booth. “Honey, you want to go or you want me to get you something?”
She pressed the edges of her shirt together and sighed with relief. “If you would get me a plate, that would be great.” It wasn’t that she was embarrassed about last night but she wasn’t sure she wanted to show the world that she’d had her clothes stripped off her by two gorgeous men.
Mikhel stayed with her, turning his body toward her, effectively blocking out the rest of the room. They talked about mundane things but Taylor was having difficulty following the conversation. Maybe it was the way Mikhel looked at her, as if he truly had the intention of eating her. Every once in a while his eyes would appear to flash red. She knew it had to be a trick of the light but it was still fascinating. He toyed with a strand of her hair, twirling it around his finger, releasing it and repeating the process. His knee touched hers, rubbing occasionally as if reminding her he was near.
Zach returned with two plates overloaded with food. Mikhel kissed her and climbed out of the booth, leaving Zach to place the plate in front of her.
She looked at what he’d chosen and gasped. “Zach, there’s no way I can eat all this.” There were scrambled eggs and potatoes, bacon, sausage and ham, two little Danish things, a piece of chicken and some pasta salad.
“You never know. You expended a lot of energy last night.” He winked as he sat down.
Even knowing she should be polite and wait for Mikhel to return, the spicy aroma filled her until she couldn’t resist. She grabbed her fork and tried to take a dainty bite of egg. The flavor melted on her tongue and she groaned. It was so good. She grabbed a piece of sausage and bit into it and she almost came. The spicy meat exploded on her tongue and she shoved the rest of the link into her mouth. As she chewed and
“I look like an idiot.” She tugged on the pants that were stretched across her hips. Mikhel’s pants. She hadn’t thought to bring a change of clothes. She hadn’t expected to need it. Her gown was unwearable. Not completely ruined but it would take a better seamstress than her and more than five minutes to fix the straps that Mikhel had snapped last night.
So she and Zach had put together a mish-mash of clothes. Zach’s shirt, which thankfully hung down almost to her thighs. Mikhel’s trousers, tight across her ass and rolled up so they made very thick cuffs at her ankles. Her high heels made the finishing touch to her ridiculous outfit.
No bra and no underwear.
Mikhel had just smiled when she’d asked about her panties, fearing he’d left them on the floor of the ballroom. No, he promised he’d picked them up but he was keeping them as a prize.
“You look delicious,” Mikhel said, dropping his voice so only she could hear. “Good enough to eat.” As he spoke he put his hand on her ass and gave it a gentle squeeze, telling her that it wouldn’t take much for her to be the main course at his table. The hungry caress gave her the boost of confidence she needed to actually walk inside.
They entered the elegant dining room and the hostess immediately rushed to greet them. To give her credit, she didn’t flinch after seeing Taylor’s outfit. She simply led the three of them to a corner booth. Mikhel nudged Taylor’s hip, urging her to climb inside. Zach sat down on one side of her, Mikhel took up the space on the other. Both men sat close but she didn’t mind—after having them surrounding her for the past twelve hours, it was strange to not be touching one of them.
The waitress came up and offered them champagne, which they all accepted. Taylor didn’t know about the two guys but the champagne made her remember the night before—and Zach and Mikhel licking it off her skin. She sipped from her glass and looked at Mikhel. His eyes were hot and she knew he was sharing the same memory.
“I’m going to run up to the buffet,” Zach said, sliding out of the booth. “Honey, you want to go or you want me to get you something?”
She pressed the edges of her shirt together and sighed with relief. “If you would get me a plate, that would be great.” It wasn’t that she was embarrassed about last night but she wasn’t sure she wanted to show the world that she’d had her clothes stripped off her by two gorgeous men.
Mikhel stayed with her, turning his body toward her, effectively blocking out the rest of the room. They talked about mundane things but Taylor was having difficulty following the conversation. Maybe it was the way Mikhel looked at her, as if he truly had the intention of eating her. Every once in a while his eyes would appear to flash red. She knew it had to be a trick of the light but it was still fascinating. He toyed with a strand of her hair, twirling it around his finger, releasing it and repeating the process. His knee touched hers, rubbing occasionally as if reminding her he was near.
Zach returned with two plates overloaded with food. Mikhel kissed her and climbed out of the booth, leaving Zach to place the plate in front of her.
She looked at what he’d chosen and gasped. “Zach, there’s no way I can eat all this.” There were scrambled eggs and potatoes, bacon, sausage and ham, two little Danish things, a piece of chicken and some pasta salad.
“You never know. You expended a lot of energy last night.” He winked as he sat down.
Even knowing she should be polite and wait for Mikhel to return, the spicy aroma filled her until she couldn’t resist. She grabbed her fork and tried to take a dainty bite of egg. The flavor melted on her tongue and she groaned. It was so good. She grabbed a piece of sausage and bit into it and she almost came. The spicy meat exploded on her tongue and she shoved the rest of the link into her mouth. As she chewed and
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