Page 47 of The Kingpin's Call Girl

The waiter comes with sides and more fresh bread. Dishes are passed. People help themselves.

“Stuffed peppers with bechamelsauce.” I dish some onto her plate that’s still loaded with uneaten food.

“Thanks.”

I dig in.

Edie’s taken to staring at a painting on the wall—a man atop a majestic horse. He wears a white embroidered shirt under a colorful vest. His pants are tucked into knee-high leather boots, and his woolen cloak is slung over his shoulders. Behind him are ancient stone walls and distant mountains.

“The Albanian Alps,” I supply.

“Mmm,” she says with that fake smile. She doesn’t fool me. She wants to know about the cookies.

I take a bite of the peppers. They’ve outdone themselves today. “Delicious.”

As if on cue, her stomach rumbles. I shouldn’t care—I really shouldn’t. She’s just akurvë. She’ll spread her legs for me, so what do I care if she’s doing her best imitation of a blow-up doll?

But she’s mykurvë, that’s the problem. Mine.

I swipe a finger in the pale sauce and bring it to her lips. “Open.”

“No, thanks.”

I lean in. “Not a request.”

“What if I’m allergic?”

“Are you?” I ask.

She hesitates.

Holding her gaze, I press my finger between her lips.

Chapter Eighteen

EDIE

My sex clenches, and I allow my lips to part just a little.

He slides his finger in. “Suck.”

Halfheartedly, I suck. I get a hit of pepper and nutmeg.

It’s good. So good.

It’s like a microcosm of our relationship. Something delicious that I’m trying not to like. And what’s up with the cookies?

Our gazes lock.

He pushes in his finger further, invading my mouth, holding my gaze. The feeling shoots clear down to my sex.

It’s so hot it feels like it shouldn’t be allowed in public. But we’re in the dark corner of a restaurant with nobody watching—not even his guys.

The pad of his finger settles onto my tongue.

With his other hand, he gives my thigh a squeeze and then slides his palm up toward my core.

Rough fingers push up under my panties and explore the softest, most secret part of me while his other finger owns my mouth.

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