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“Exactly.” Tim leaned back in his chair, looking her over carefully. The food was going to get cold if they didn’t enjoy it soon, but there was one more thing... “Since we’ve established I’m in charge, and that I’m planning lovely things for your pleasure, then you’ll have no problem handing me your panties.”
CHAPTER15
Of all the sexual games she’d been expecting, Tim had surprised her yet again.
He waited, hand held out, palm up.
She opened her mouth to protest, then covered the move by reaching for her own glass of wine and taking a deep sip. It wasn’t that bad a request, and somehow the thought made her achy.
“I suggest you do it now, or Jason will be back with our steaks before you’ve finished straightening things.”
Erin pushed back her chair. The borrowed blouse and skirt were slightly large, but she still needed to wiggle hard to get hold of her underwear to pull it free. She passed over the warm bundle of fabric, then turned her attention to the table, ignoring the heat flushing her cheeks.
Tim slipped her panties into his pocket, the material creating a bulge.
Or maybe the extra fabric he was storing wasn’t the cause. She caught his eye and teased. “You should have worn the kilt.”
“My cock would have appreciated the extra room right now,” he confessed easily.
“Jeez, Tim.” She glanced over her shoulder, but the door to the kitchen remained closed.
“I’m pretty sure Jason has heard the wordcockbefore, love. I’m also pretty sure he’s got one. Might even use it upon occasion.”
Erin ignored her burning ears and sampled the food. Tim laughed as he joined her, chatting easily about a madcap adventure he and Matt had taken part in up in Labrador once.
He was refilling her glass as Jason walked in with their main courses, perfectly done steaks with king crab legs arranged on top.
It was all Erin could do to not stare at Jason to see if anything had changed. His expression, his body language.
Did he know? And why could she not stop thinking about cocks and other dirty words? It was as if Tim had hypnotized her, and having been triggered by the smutty side, her brain had trampled off for a nice little exotic holiday.
She jerked upright at a touch to her hand.
Tim leaned toward her. “Jason asked if you needed anything else.”
A simple head shake seemed like a hell of a lot more work than it should have been. “Thank you, no.”
“Mr. Haven will be done in about ten minutes. He’ll join you for dessert, if that’s all right.”
Tim nodded, and Jason left as Erin attempted to stop squirming in place.
The heat between her legs was unreasonable. Made no sense. All that was different between now and a million other dinners she’d enjoyed was that she was sitting bare-ass naked under a long skirt. No one could tell—
And she was still going up in flames.
She managed to cut a few pieces of steak and get them down, each bite savoury and delicious. But her appetite wasn’t there.
“You’ve grown very quiet.” Tim caressed a finger up the back of her arm. “Is the food not what you’d hoped for?”
“I think I’m intoxicated,” Erin confessed. “There’s no other explanation.”
“You’re not drunk,” Tim assured her. “But you are ready for more. Open your legs.”
Shit. She gripped the edge of the table and slowly obeyed, the soft sweep of fabric falling against her thighs. “You’re not going to do anything now, are you? Jason said Matt could be here at any time.”
“So?”
A sweep of light-headedness rolled over her. Her breathing picked up, but it wasn’t panic. Nothing that would make her call him out and call it off.
