Page 67 of The Moon & His Tides
Even though he was being almost absurdly indifferent, I caught a sparkle in those glass green eyes that told me he found the whole tableau amusing.
“Yes, dinner and the theatre. I thought Sebastian should see Cecilia Mycroft on stage before she retires. She’s in that production ofThe Glass Menageriein the West End.”
“Oh yes,” Savannah agreed, pushing me gently away to sit up and right her clothes. After a moment, I pushed her hands away and smoothed the ragged hem of her turtleneck down beforebuttoning up her blazer. “I’ve heard wonderful things even though I can’t say I like the old bat.”
“Savannah,” Adam scolded with a cluck of his tongue. “She’s an icon.”
She sighed. “Yes, well, so is that child star, Jace Galantine, and you won’t see me lining up to see him in his next rom-com.”
“She’s a snob, really,” Adam told me conspiratorially.
I laughed, lifting Savannah off the table and back to her feet, then lingering with my hands on her hips as she found her balance on orgasm-weakened legs.
“Not when I’m fucking her against a wall or a kitchen table,” I quipped because there was still something skittering nervously around my gut like I’d done something shameful.
Adam cocked his head slightly as he studied me and then sighed, stalking forward and stopping only when we were toe-to-toe. He was just slightly taller than me, so I had the pleasure of meeting those long-lashed eyes head-on.
I startled slightly at the feel of his hands on my shoulders, pulling my shirt up my biceps and rebuttoning it without taking his gaze from mine.
“I like to watch you fuck my wife,” he said bluntly. “I like knowing she brings out the beast in you and you in her. That you couldn’t wait a second longer to get inside her even though I wasn’t here to play. You weren’t leaving me out just because I wasn’t physically in the room.” He leaned close to whisper in my ear, his stubble scraping deliciously against mine. “I know I’m always at the back of your mind urging you on. I know you’re getting hard again just thinking about how I plan to punish you both tonight after our outing.”
“Punish?” I breathed, then cleared my throat of the embarrassing breathiness.
“Mmm, I have to punish you both. Of course. But I think a little edging would do you some good. Teach you some restraint.Some patience.” His hand fell between us to grip my damp, half-hard shaft. “I think Savvy and I shall tie you up and have our way with you for a few hours.”
He put my cock away, zipping up my trousers and buttoning the fly before giving me a little pat there like I was a good boy.
“Would you like that, sweetheart?”
“Very much,” Savvy agreed with a coquettish grin. “But first, our date night.”
Date night.
It occurred to my slightly dazed brain that Adam had arranged adate nightnot just for his wife but also for me. In fact, because he wanted to show me something he knew I’d love.
My heart swooped just a little looking at my lovers standing side by side.
“Is it safe?” I found myself asking even though I didn’t want to ruin the mood.
Adam only grinned and clapped me on the shoulder. “Friends have been known to go for the occasional meal. Anyway, Andrea is meeting us for the play, too. Apparently, he thinks Cecelia would be good for Maria inBlood Oath.”
I tried not to feel disappointed that Andrea would be there when we’d become such good friends.
“I thought you wanted to be careful,” I said because I couldn’t just let myself have this apparently.
I guess it was because I always waited for the other shoe to drop. I was living a fantasy, and there were always expiration dates for fantasies.
“We’re celebrating,” Adam informed me with a shared smile with his wife before picking up a little black gift bag I hadn’t noticed by the entryway.
Savannah plucked it from his fingers before he could hand it to me. “I want to hand it to him.”
Adam rolled his eyes dramatically at me but let his wife have her way. As soon as she handed it off, he pulled her into his front and wrapped his arms around her to watch me.
“What are we celebrating?” I asked, a little bemused as I pushed the tissue paper aside and unearthed a red leather box.
“We have officially secured 15 million quid from Tore Deo Ltd,” Adam announced with a massive movie star grin. “Congratulations, Sebastian Lombardi, your first film is officially on the road to production.”
“Madonna Santa,” I breathed, forgetting the box in my hand as I lunged forward to wrap both Meyerses in a bear hug. “I cannot believe this is happening.”
