Betrayal (Infidelity Book 1) - Aleatha Romig Page 0,38

but us knows what’s happening. After we eat, I want to take you by the hand and lead you down the long wooden pier, knowing that you’re aroused. I want to watch your beautiful face as the sea breeze touches what I did. Charli, I’ve taken this as slow as I can…” He reached for my hand and pushed it against his erection. “…I’ve imagined your pussy. Tonight, I want it and since you’ve agreed, I’m going to take it.”

If he’d moved his hand any higher, he’d have found exactly what he wanted. With only his words, I was painfully aroused. That didn’t mean that I could do as he said. “Nox, I’m sorry.”

The sparkle that had been in his eyes only seconds earlier disappeared as his neck stiffened. “I see.”

“No.” I grabbed his hand before he could pull it away. “No, you don’t.”

“What?”

“Nox,” I explained, “I can’t remove something I’m not wearing.”

The look of complete shock quickly morphed to amusement. “Can you repeat that?”

I unbuckled the seatbelt and leaned closer to his ear. With purposely breathy words, I repeated, “I can’t remove something I’m not wearing. You can do everything you said. I’m not wearing anything to stop it, and,” after a kiss to his cheek, I added, “I don’t want to stop you.”

With his large hands framing my face, he stared into my eyes, and I nodded, trying to tell him with my eyes that I trusted him and was being truthful. Somehow our fantasies had become one. A moan filled the evening air as he forcefully pulled me toward him. Our lips united as his tongue probed, willing mine to part. His kiss was mint and whiskey, invigorating and calm. Nox was a walking contrast, a dichotomy of everything I’d known and everything I thought I’d wanted. His unique combination of force and tenderness should be illegal, because with just one taste I was instantly addicted. I scooted closer like the addict I was.

“Damn,” he said when our lips parted. “I’m thinking about forgetting those reservations for table 101,”

I read about table 101 when I’d Googled 333 Pacific. The website said that it was famous for its view and needed to be booked far in advance. How did Nox get that table? Who did he work for?

I wanted the reservation, but I also wanted other things. Tonight was up to him—I’d already agreed to that. Nevertheless, I did my best to sound bold. “If you do that,” I said seductively, licking my bruised lips. “Then I won’t be able to do all the things you mentioned: the table, the seat beside you, the sea breeze.” Saying them made my insides tingle with anticipation.

“No, but I know of other things I want too.”

Rearranging my dress, I sat back into the deep bucket seat. And with a sideways glance, simply stated, “Me too.”

“Oh fuck!” Gravel flew as he threw the car into reverse and spun us toward Oceanside. “To the fastest dinner in history.”

My laugh resonated from deep inside as the sky’s golden hues combined with the purple. I wasn’t sitting in a fancy car. I was floating in the colors, overwhelmed with the euphoria of Nox. I wished I could bottle the sensation and save it for the future. In that moment, I doubted I’d ever feel this empowered and desired again.

THE CONVERSATION BETWEEN Alton, Suzanna, and Bryce stilled when we entered. I held my breath as my mother closed the door.

“Apparently you forgot to check your watch,” Alton said. “Or is it an issue with telling time?”

“What is this—?”

“Five minutes, Alexandria. Five minutes. It seems a college degree has done little for your ability to follow simple instructions.”

“I was told to play nice and be polite to the guests. That’s what I was doing. You’re not a guest and playing nice isn’t in your repertoire.”

My mother stepped forward. “Alton, we’re here now. I realize this is my fault.”

I narrowed my eyes trying to comprehend the conversation. Her fault?

“Yes, Laide, it is, and we’ll discuss that later.”

My mother shifted as she looked from person to person. Both Suzanna and Bryce met her gaze, but in true Savannah style their expressions revealed nothing.

“Would someone tell me what’s going on?”

Mother led me toward the conference table. It wasn’t as large as a corporate conference table, but it was dark, glossy, and ostentatiously regal. It fit in Alton’s office perfectly. There were four leather chairs on each side and one at each end. The ones at the end had arms and