Page 18 of Emerald Treats
"The real fun?" Saige echoed suspiciously, though she accepted her General Tso's chicken.
I caught the mischievous smirk on Cam's face in the rearview mirror. Everyone was on edge. Fifteen minutes. That's all we needed to kill before reaching Magic Stixxx.
Time for a little entertainment.
I deliberately brushed my leg against Sloane's, feeling his immediate tension. He shot me a warning glance that only encouraged me.
I gave Sloane my most innocent smile while letting my hand "accidentally" brush against his thigh as I reached for my chopsticks. His jaw ticked, ice-blue eyes narrowing with that familiar warning that made my pulse quicken.
"Fischer," he growled low, the sound vibrating through my chest in the most delicious way.
"What?" I asked sweetly, taking a bite of my orange chicken. "Just trying to get comfortable."
Sloane ignored me, opening his egg roll.
I leaned over, grabbed his wrist, and pulled his hand to my mouth, taking a savage bite before he could.
His other hand shot out, grabbing my wrist in warning, and I had to bite back a pleased sound. There it was—that spark of dominance I'd been looking for.
"You're being a brat," he muttered, but didn't let go of my wrist.
"Am I?" I batted my eyelashes. "I'm just sitting here eating my dinner like a good boy."
Saige snickered beside me. She loved it when I pushed Sloane's buttons like this.
"You're not, though," Sloane barked, annoyed. He released my wrist and pulled it off of his. "You're eating my fuckin' dinner."
"Oh, I'm sorry," I said primly, then deliberately pushed my chopsticks hard off my lap, sending them flying to the ground so I'd have to lean across Sloane to retrieve them. My chest pressedagainst his thigh as I reached down, and his sharp intake of breath was music to my ears.
When I sat back up, chopsticks in hand, Sloane's eyes were practically glowing with restrained heat.
"There," I said cheerfully. "Got them."
"That's it." His voice dropped to that gravelly tone that made my knees weak. He leaned in close to my ear so that Saige wouldn't hear him. "Eat up, pet. But make sure you’re not too full." I turned my head, and the warning in his words reflected in the intensity of his gaze. "Because I’m going to feed you my cock later."
I shivered, the promise in his words sending electricity through my veins. He casually sat back in his seat and went back to eating while I sat there with a rock-hard cock and a container of orange chicken.
Fuck. Me.
The rest of the drive passed in a haze of sexual tension so thick I could practically taste it. Every bump in the road pressed me harder against Sloane's solid frame, and the bastard knew exactly what he was doing when he shifted just enough to keep our thighs touching.
Saige kept shooting us knowing looks while trying to eat her chicken, clearly picking up on the charged atmosphere.
"You two are ridiculous," she whispered, but her cheeks were flushed pink.
"You love it," I whispered back with a wink.
When Magic Stixxx finally came into view, I nearly choked on my orange chicken.
"Holy shit," I breathed, and I wasn't the only one gaping.
The entire building looked like Halloween had exploded all over it and then decided to throw up some more for good measure. Massive inflatable decorations covered every available surface — a thirty-foot-tall skeleton wearing a top hat toweredover the entrance, while giant spiders the size of compact cars clung to the walls with glowing red eyes that pulsed in synchronized patterns.
"Is that a fucking dragon breathing actual fire?" Sloane asked incredulously, pointing to what appeared to be a mechanical beast perched on the roof, orange flames shooting from its mouth every few seconds.
"Oh my god," Saige whispered, her face pressed to the window. "This is incredible."
The parking lot had been transformed into a graveyard, complete with fog machines pumping out thick, swirling mist that glowed an eerie green. Fake tombstones dotted the asphalt, and I swear I saw one of the skeleton hands actually moving as we drove past.
