“Are we just having wine for lunch? And grapes?” he asked, grinning.
“I’m not wearing panties, Christopher. Deduce what’s on the menu, and your hint is it’s not in the basket.”
He stared at her.
“God. I love my life.”
His infectious grin made her giddy.
When he handed the glass back to her, she took it and clinked it off of his, and then he said one thing.
“To the plentitude of orgasms that I have planned for the rest of today,” he said, and they both took a sip.
Well, he took a sip.
She kicked back the entire glass, knowing it would make her feel damn good in a few minutes.
Just.
Like.
Him.
As she chugged it down that made Chris laugh.
“I don’t know if I should be amused or horrified that you just power drank that vintage of wine. Maybe I should be grateful because in a few minutes, you’re going to be horny as hell.”
Oh, she already was.
There was something about a smart man, a doctor with a plethora of letters after his name, that got the juices flowing.
And hers wereREALLYflowing.
As he poured her more, they took that moment to enjoy the wine.
“I have food in the basket. Here’s the question, Sir,” she said, whipping out the name she called him when she was in the mood to be his prey, “food first, or Elizabeth first?”
Well, that was easy.
A no-brainer, actually.
“Always cardio before eating,” he said, “unless dining on you is the cardio. Then, it’s a free-for-all.”
She kicked that second glass back, and put it on top of the picnic basket.
“Well, Sir, have at me.”
That was all he had to hear. Chris didn’t have to chug the expensive wine to get dizzy. His woman had that effect on him.
Now, he was going to get lost in her body.
“You said you planned a striptease. Sir would love to see it,” he said.
Elizabeth got up, and undid the buttons down the front of her dress. Already, Elizabeth knew what was underneath.
NOTHING.
Yeah, he was here for this kind of picnic party every day of the week.
