This is insane. You’re too sensible for this. Get up from the table and walk away. I manage to ignore the voice of reason in my head. “How long will you be here?” “A few days. I need to kiss you.” “No.” It’s faint and not altogether convincing. “Then come sit on my lap and let me finger fuck you while I feed you dinner.” To manage the explosion of shock and lust that astonishing sentence caused in my body, I sit back abruptly in my chair and look away, choking out a disbelieving laugh. “It must be all the champagne I’ve had. There’s no possible way you just said that.”
