falls perfectly over broad shoulders I know are packed with muscle, the buttons of his shirt undone just enough to give a peek at golden skin I’ve tasted.
There is nothing light and airy about him. Only a presence so robust that it sucks the breath out of me, choking me with the memory of one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had in my life.
“Shall we sit?”
Grant and Ari both wait for me to take my seat. I happily do so, my entire body trembling with nerves. Grant shoots me a funny look, but I smile at him, pretending like he didn’t just shake the hand of the man I’d cheated with only two weeks ago.
What the fuck am I going to do?
Ari slides his suit jacket off and tosses it over the back of the empty seat beside him. Sitting down, he’s careful to keep his stare locked to Grant, those cruel lips refusing to smile.
“I hope you don’t mind the restaurant I chose.”
Lying, Grant grins and slips into his business demeanor. “Not at all. Are you vegan?”
“I am.”
“So is Adeline. I’m sure she’s thrilled with your choice.”
Grey eyes trap mine, a slight grin tilting the corner of his mouth. “Then you can agree that it’s difficult to eat anything with a face.”
The words slam into me, my throat so dry that I have to take a sip of water before answering. I damn near choke on it.
“Funny, that’s what I always say.”
His mouth twitches as if he knows a secret. Unfortunately, I know exactly what the secret is, and I want this lunch to end as quickly as possible because of it.
We’re in the middle of an eye battle when Grant’s phone rings.
“Crap. I need to take this. If you two will excuse me for a moment.”
I rip my eyes from Ari and his teasing grin to glance at my husband. “Of course. Take your time.”
He’s pushing to his feet when he touches my shoulder. “If the server comes, order something for me you think I’ll like. I don’t know what half of this stuff is.”
Grant plays the comment off as a joke, but I see annoyance behind eyes as green as emeralds. I nod my head and watch him walk away, cell phone pressed to his ear. When he’s out of hearing range, my head snaps back to Ari.
He stares across at me as if this entire thing is an amusing joke.
“I thought your name is Ari.”
Another twitch of his lips, his eyes dipping down as he picks at a piece of non-existent lint on his shirt. Slowly those grey eyes return to mine, all the humor in his expression absent.
“It is. Ari. As in short for Harrison.”
My heart lurches, my gaze flicking to Grant in the distance before locking on Ari again.
“What are you doing here?”
He shrugs, the anger in my voice not bothering him. Relaxing in his seat, he drapes an arm over the back of the empty chair next to him. It’s such a masculine pose that it takes effort for me not to openly appreciate it.
“What’s the matter, Adeline? Are you worried I’ll tell your husband that, two weeks ago, his wife was riding her pretty cunt over my hand? Or maybe I’ll tell him how you scream when you come? So much so that I had to cover your mouth with mine just to keep people from finding us.”
My cheeks flame, lips pulling into a razor thin line.
His eyes track to Grant and back to me, holding me in place without an ounce of guilt for what he’s doing.
With a voice that speaks of sensual fantasy and darkness so thick it can make your mind spin, Ari says, “You have nothing to worry about, if that’s the case. I promise you, I’m a lot more discreet than that. Although, I should also mention before he comes back, that you ran away too fast. I had every intention of letting you ride my tongue next.”
My heart drops into my feet at the same time my thighs slam together.
I pray Grant will close this deal quickly. That they will make their agreement and I never have to do this again.
There is no way I will survive being around Ari for much longer.
Not if he keeps talking like that.
Ari
Adeline is fucking adorable when she’s mad. Heat chases pink across pale, pale cheeks, her blood red lips held so tightly together that I want nothing more than to bite them in a tease.
She stares across at