I order us a bottle of wine before she has a chance to protest. She watches me, interested yet not entirely impressed. “I don’t remember agreeing to wine,” she teases. I lean back, smirking. “It wouldn’t be a proper dinner without decent wine,” I point out. She scoffs, amusement sparking in her eyes. “You’re very confident.” I tilt my head. “Shouldn’t I be?” Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, and fuck, I’m already too invested. I forget the conversation entirely until the wine arrives. I watch as she takes a sip, her lashes fluttering as she tastes it. My cock twitches painfully at the
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