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We’re at a small Italian restaurant that Susanna’s been to before—probably on another one of her dates—and the four of us ate so much food and drank so much wine, I know we all feel fat and lazy.
Well, I know I’m feeling that way.
But I catch Susanna ogling the dessert menu, her eyes wide and her lips parted, looking sexy as fuck, and I know she wants more.
Grabbing the laminated page from Susanna’s fingers, I scan it before I suggest, “Let’s order the entire dessert menu. They all sound amazing.”
“That’s because they are amazing.” Susanna grabs the menu from me once more and looks it over, her lips moving as she counts the items. “But we can’t eat them all, Cannon. There’s too many!”
“We can try,” I say with a shrug, taking back the menu again. They do all sound pretty damn good, and if we can’t finish them, so what? Not like I can’t afford it.
I have a little argument with the server only because he can’t believe we’re ordering every single dessert, and once he’s gone Susanna leans toward me, her hair falling forward as she speaks.
“You indulge me too much,” she murmurs, her hand resting briefly on my thigh.
“I like indulging you.” I rest my hand over hers, keeping it where I want it. “You make it easy.”
She blushes prettily. “I like your friends.”
I glance across the table at Jordan and Amanda, their heads bent, appearing deep in conversation.
“I’m glad. Pretty sure they like you too.” I squeeze her hand and she squeezes my thigh, and all I can think about is getting her naked.
“What should we do after dessert?” She raises her brows, her expression expectant as she waits for my answer. When I take too long to speak—too captivated by her pretty face to find words—a frown appears. “You’re probably tired.”
“I’m not.” And that’s not a lie. For a man who barely got any sleep last night, I’m full of energy.
“Maybe we could go to my favor
ite pub. It’s not too far from here,” she suggests hopefully.
“You have a favorite pub?” I ask, a little surprised.
“Everyone should have a favorite pub,” she scoffs, apparently offended by my question. “A place to hang out with your friends, have a few drinks and a good time. So yes, I definitely have a favorite pub.”
“You are a constant surprise, do you know that?” I grab her hand and bring it to my mouth, dropping a quick kiss on her fingers. “Let’s go to your favorite pub.”
But I can guarantee we won’t stay there for very long.
After dessert, we don’t go to my favorite pub.
Jordan and Amanda—I adored them so much!—made their excuses and headed back to the hotel. They barely stayed for dessert, they were so eager to get out of there. I envied them in that moment. So obviously in love and able to be together with no obstacles whatsoever—how very lucky they are.
Cannon and I, there are too many obstacles. Ones I don’t want to confront tonight, so I push them aside and focus on the here and now. I’m going to take advantage of this moment and hopefully have another multi-orgasmic night like we did yesterday.
But as we exit the restaurant and make our way along the pavement, I realize I feel as if my stomach is going to explode, I’m so full of food and good wine, though I don’t feel tipsy, not even a little bit. I think all the desserts soaked up the alcohol.
“I shouldn’t have sampled any of those desserts,” I groan to Cannon as we find my car. One hand resting on my belly, I unlock the doors with my other hand and we both slide into the car, Cannon coming right for me before I can say or do anything.
He proceeds to maul me for approximately five minutes. We kiss and kiss until my jaw hurts, and somehow during the process, Cannon turned into an octopus.
Hands everywhere. Touching me in all the right places.
Not that I’m protesting.
“Okay,” I say a few minutes later when we come up for air, breathless and dizzy, shifting my dress around so it settles back into its proper place. “Shall we go to the pub now?”
He rests his hand on my knee, slowly sliding it up my thigh so it slips beneath the hem of my dress. “You really want to go have a few beers, Sus?”
