"Mmmmmm!"
His body tightened at her delighted moan, and he clamored for control. He ordered his suddenly hard cock to stand down immediately, but the damn thing wasn't interested in his commands. It was focused solely on Anna and the delicious sounds she made behind him. Her decadent moan had awakened the beast, and it wasn't about to relent until she was splayed beneath him.
"This bread is so good. Did you get it at Fabrizio's? The bakery in the old navy depot?"
James nodded, not daring to turn around. He had to think of something… business deals… that irritating investor meeting from yesterday afternoon.
Yeah, that's it! Those slimy bastards thought they could take me for a ride and I shut them down quick.
He heaved a sigh of relief as his cock wilted.
"James, are you okay?" Anna asked, concern in her voice. He hadn't realized he'd made the irritated sound out loud until she asked the question.
James glanced over his shoulder. "Yeah. I'm just relieved the flavors turned out right. I wasn't sure how these scallops would work in the soup."
Her brows shot up, eyes twinkling. "You put scallops in it?" Her voice was breathy, just like it had been in his dream last night. "It's my favorite seafood."
And that sound she made was his favorite sound. His cock twitched again in a warning. James turned back to the soup, glaring into the pot.
Control, dammit! Exercise just a bit of control.
With a huff, James grabbed two bowls from the cabinet and dipped up the soup, then set them on the island to cool for a moment. Then he pulled a chilled bottle of white wine out of the refrigerator and held it up for her.
"We'll have your bottle next time."
And there WOULD be a next time. Many, many next times.
"This wine will pair perfectly with the soup."
Anna lifted a delicate shoulder, exposing a patch of skin inside her collar. He eyed it longingly, wanting to nibble along the creamy flesh until he reached her neck. "Whatever works best," she murmured.
She bit into a piece of buttered bread and his pulse ramped up. "This is soooo good."
He watched in agony as she swiped a finger in a puddle of melted butter and popped it in her mouth. Nearly coming in his pants, he gawked as her lips work at the digit, her eyes closed.
She'd looked just like that in his dreams the night before, on her knees in front of him, her mouth working wonders on his cock. It was complete agony, knowing he couldn't round the island and push between her legs.
Yet.
James pulled in a calming breath as he moved to the wine cabinet across the room. He plucked out a wine opener and poured two glasses, concentrating on the task at hand. He pictured the men in his video call from the day before, particularly the one with the uncomfortably obvious combover and varicose veins that outlined his bellicose nose.
The bastard thought I was an idiot and wanted to bilk me of several million dollars. Think of that instead of her sweet mouth as it trails down my chest…
James grimaced as he fought the image of her out of his brain. It eventually worked, and he turned, handing her a glass. "Shall we make a toast?"
Anna slow blinked. She was relaxed and completely unaware of the war going on inside him. "What should we toast to?"
Our budding relationship? Incredible sex? An insane love life? Re-enacting my dreams?
"To our future partnership," he blurted out, his voice taking on that deep and gravely tone. "May it bring us both plenty of pleasure and satisfaction."
He watched with delight as her deep, aquamarine eyes glazed over, her mouth parting deliciously.
"Cheers!" He tapped her glass with his, studying the way it took her several moments to register what he'd said.
Oh, this is gonna be fun.
Anna focused on the flexing, muscular butt in front of her, fascinated by the taut globes that shifted with each step. She’d lost the ability to concentrate on anything but James. It seemed like a spell had been cast on her the moment she walked through the front door of this house.
