getting excited when I realized exactly where we were.
“Oh, Linc, look—those are our trees!”
“I know. Our names are still there.”
“You’ll have to show me.”
“Later,” he promised.
I waved at the tent. “You did this?”
He lifted my hand to his mouth and kissed my knuckles. “I have a lot of plans I want to show you, Sunny. Lots of things I want to discuss I hope you’ll be a part of.”
“Including your plans for this area?”
He smiled. “I finally figured out what belonged here. Gerry and Cindy are onboard with it—in fact, they’re quite excited.” He tugged on my hand. “Come and have dinner, and later I’ll tell you all about it.”
Inside the tent was a table, set for two, complete with flowers and candles. A small serving area was off to the side. An ice bucket holding champagne was waiting. A bottle of my favorite red wine open on the table. Tiny twinkle lights were strung from the ceiling of the tent, soft music played, and the entire tent felt dreamy and special. At the back of the tent was a longer table. It held two large white boxes covering some secrets I assumed Linc would share after dinner. He had thought of everything to make this romantic and cozy.
In one corner were thick blankets piled with pillows. I met Linc’s eyes, mischief dancing in them, making them sparkle under the lights.
“Pretty sure of yourself, Mr. Webber.”
He wrapped a hand around my waist, pulling me close. “Pretty sure of you, Sunny. Don’t think I didn’t notice the girls on display earlier.” He brushed a kiss to my ear. “Your fucking tits always turn me on. You know that, you naughty girl.”
I tried to wrap my arms around his neck, but he stepped back with a shake of his head. “I have tonight all planned, Sunny. Your overwhelming lust for me is not waylaying them.”
Then he stepped to the table and pulled out my chair. I didn’t fail to notice the bulge in his dress pants or the low groan he made as I pressed myself against him before sitting. He sat across from me, pouring my wine. He lifted an eyebrow in warning, his eyes narrowing. “Behave.”
I picked up my wine and sat forward, my dress dipping a little lower. I smiled innocently at him. “Of course.”
Linc
She was trying to kill me. I had the entire evening planned out. Showing her my new office, bringing her here, unveiling my plans for the future—our future. I had visions of romance and laughter. Gentle teasing and great joy. And celebration.
I hadn’t banked on that dress.
That pretty, lacy garment of torture. The colors swirled around her as she moved, the light, diaphanous fabric hinting at the curves it covered. It would have been fine except for those goddamn bows. Tempting little curls of fabric that teased, begging to be pulled open—with my teeth. My body ached knowing that, with one tug, the dress would fall from Sunny’s body and she would be naked and stunning. Her full, perfect breasts on display for my eyes only. My cock was hard, pressing against my zipper, hoping I would give in and adjust my plans. Use the blanket and pillows now. Not later.
Breasts—particularly Sunny’s breasts—had always been my downfall. When I was a teenager, they were endlessly on my mind, playing out in every fantasy I ever had. As an adult, I was still fascinated by them, but none affected me the way Sunny’s did. Seeing her in a baggy shirt, one shoulder bare, knowing there was nothing between the fabric and her breasts, stirred something within me. When she was dressed and busy in the bakery, I thought of the pretty scraps of lace cupping her underneath her apron, wishing it were my hands instead.
And tonight. Nothing but that dress. Two bows and Sunny’s knowing smile as she leaned forward, her full breasts—her amazing, round, full tits—swaying as she did, pressing against the pretty garment, pulling the front down little lower, teasing me without regard.
I shook my head. I was a full-grown adult. A savvy businessman who made millions with a single deal, commanded boardrooms, planned out this evening in meticulous detail.
I would not be sidetracked by a pair of breasts. No matter how spectacular they were.
I narrowed my eyes at her in warning. “Behave.”
She bowed her head, leaning back, pretending to be innocent. Little minx knew exactly what she was doing to me.
I tapped out a message on my phone, and a waiter appeared. He