Chapter 12

Sam

Walking through the parking lot of the restaurant, Lacey looks a little worried.

“I hope we can get in. It seems busy.”

I smirk.

She’s right, it is. This is an extremely popular place. It’s only been open for about six months, but I called ahead to a friend I made recently who helps run the place to make sure we have a reservation in as quiet an area as possible. It’s amazing what flashing a little cash will do in this country.

“Don’t worry, honey. I’ve got this taken care of.”

I stroke her hair and wrap it around her neck, pulling us together.

I capture her lips with my own; I love the way she immediately opens to me. Her sweet moan encourages me to deepen the kiss.

Pulling away, I quickly open the door of the restaurant and hold it open for her.

If I don’t get us into a more public place soon, I can’t guarantee self-control. Not only does she look incredible, she smells intoxicating and tastes like heaven; I can’t wait to feast on her for a meal.

Almost immediately after we check in, we are led to our table.

As I follow Lacey deeper into the restaurant, I just can’t get over how beautiful she looks. My eyes drop to follow the outline of her dress. I can’t help wondering if she’s wearing what I sent her under it.

It was so easy to pick. Just like her, as soon as I saw it, I knew it was right.

Following her small, tight ass, my cock hardens, remembering how it felt around her—fucking perfect.

I need to get a grip and slow down, or I won’t even make it through dinner. She makes me want to toss her down right on top of one of these tables, throw her skirt up, and start ramming inside her.

As hot as that sounds, it’s not really my style. But everything about her makes me feel out of control and a little wild. Our relationship is so new, and I really think there is a lot more to Lacey than just her beautiful body.

“Will this be satisfactory?” The hostess stops beside a table near the fireplace.

It’s quiet, with only a few other tables in this area of the restaurant. The lights are dim, and the fireplace gives off a warm glow.

My eyes flick to Lacey to confirm she doesn’t have any objections before turning to the hostess.

“This is fine. Thanks,” I respond.

Pulling and holding out Lacey’s chair, I help her settle in and smoothly scoot her under the table.

“Thank you, Sam.”

Her sincere smile makes me smile back automatically. Leaning down, I gently kiss her soft lips before taking my own seat.

There’s just something about her that draws me in. I can’t seem to be near her without kissing or touching. I’m like a moth to a flame.

After passing us our menus, the hostess leaves, and we both consider our choices.

“I think I’m going to have a steak. It looks really great with the peppercorn sauce.”

I smile over my menu at her words. “You look really great. Have I mentioned that yet?”

I reach for her hand and squeeze it before releasing her again.

“Would you like a wine with that?” I push the wine menu towards her. “They have an impressive selection here.”

She’s so cute when she scrunches her nose at the menu while considering her choices. I relax and admire her features as she deliberates.

With her classic beautiful looks, it’s no wonder why Mr. Denham set his sights on her. It’s a well-known fact what a womanizer he is, but he usually doesn’t seem to go after women that don’t return his affection though. There are usually plenty of gold diggers waiting at the tips of his grubby little fingers.

I worry that telling Lacey just how crooked our CEO, Mr. Denham, is will put her off. I don’t want her to think we’re all a bunch of backstabbing employees, but he just seems to be getting worse every day.

I, personally, am going to make sure the slime ball pays for everything he’s been doing. I can’t not do anything; that’s ridiculous.

People like that will never change unless they pay, and I have a few great ideas rolling around in my head. Like all people, hitting them in the pocket book is the only way to have any effect. The most important thing, though, is to make sure that I haven’t alienated her in some way.

“Did you pick one?”

Nodding, she sets down the menu. “The Pinot Noir will be perfect. Do you like that?”

“I like everything you like.”

She laughs, and I admire her slim neck as she throws back her head.

When she’s done, I assure her, “I do like Pinot Noir. Let’s order a bottle.”

When the waiter comes up Lacey begins. “The Pinot Noir, the 2016 Belle Glos, please?”

“No, no,” I say suddenly. “The Belle Glos is nice, but we’ll have a bottle of the Vougeot Grand Cru.”

Lacey glances down at the menu, scanning for the one I ordered as the waiter nods.

“Sam!” she whispers harshly as the waiter walks away. “That’s a $200 bottle of wine!”

“Oh, come on, it’s a great vintage! Plus, only the best for you.” I smile widely at her disbelief, but honestly, that’s not bad for a bottle like that. It’s one of my favorites to lounge with back home.

After the waiter has come and gone for our order and poured our wine, we settle into a comfortable silence, gazing across the table at each other. Even though we’ve begun this relationship with the four of us, I can’t help wishing she had set her sights on just me. There’s a little voice in the back of my head that’s afraid she will like one of them better.

“What are you thinking?”

Her whisper is so faint, it’s almost like I’m reading her lips.

Leaning toward her slightly, I whisper back, “About how much I want you. You’re all I’ve been thinking about.”

Her faint blush and the way she looks away is so charming. Her modesty is alluring, along with her beauty.

“Did you have a good time with us the other night?”

Her blush deepens at my question, but this is important to me. I can’t let her off the hook.

She must have understood that, because even though she turns redder, she maintains eye contact.

“It was the most incredible night of my life.”

Her soft answer makes me flush with satisfaction in response.

“I agree,” I say.

Even I’m a bit surprised that I feel this way. Sam and Adam have been my friends for years, but this is definitely a first for us.

We’ve never shared a woman in bed before. I’ve never shared a woman with anyone. It had never even occurred to me.

“How do you know each other?”

Her curiosity is not surprising, but it reminds me that we don’t really know each other that well—yet.

“We met through work. As the heads of different departments, we have monthly meetings and then an occasional one-on-one work we have to coordinate.”

I take a long sip of my wine, savoring the deep, black cherry taste.

“What department do you lead?” she asks.

It’s definitely encouraging that she wants to get to know me better. I want her to see me as an individual and not just a part of the group she’s with.

“Marketing. There are sub-departments that focus on overseas and domestic targets along with all the social media. We’ve been diversifying more over the past six months.” I don’t consider my job that exciting though, and I’m way more interested in her. “What made you decide to get into modeling?”

“Well, it’s really been more of a means to an end. My family is all in Switzerland, but I wanted to get into modeling and design, so when the opportunity came up, I jumped on it.” She twirls her wineglass in her fingers before taking a long sip.

“Do you have any sisters or brothers?”

She shakes her head. “Cousins by my aunt that are all older, but my parents had me late. They didn’t think they could have kids, so I was quite a surprise.”

She laughs briefly.

“So, you must have been spoiled,” I say.

I have my two brothers, so I know how it goes. We may not be blood related, but we interact all the same.

“Maybe,” she drawls out slowly.

I laugh.

“You guys are just the icing on the cake with how you’ve been spoiling me. Thank you again for the gift.”

“Oh, no problem.” I lower my voice. “It’s just as much for me as it is for you. So, don’t worry about that.”

I hold my hand out, and she reaches across to entwine our fingers. “Well, if you are a very good boy, I will have to let you see it soon.”

My cock stiffens immediately—fuck. Just a little tiny innuendo from her, and I can’t control myself at all.

I have to have her. It’s selfish, but I need to know she needs just me, as much as I need her.

The other night with all of us together was enlightening for me, too. It was easily the most erotic and fulfilling sexual encounter I ever had. I didn’t realize that sharing someone could be so stimulating.

Watching her responses, seeing her filled by all of us...was something that I would never have planned on my own. But thinking about it now, it seems right with her.

She’s right for me.

“I promise to be on my best behavior.”

No fucking doubt about it.