Page 76 of Wayward

“I’m in that line, too, Sassy.” Dante takes her hand and puts it under the table. It doesn’t take a strong imagination to think of where he puts it.

Easton looks over from the window. “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about, but I love you, Firefly.”

“Love you too,” Haley says, her other hand emerging from under the table.

I lift my foot higher up her leg, and she twitches when I part her legs.

“Sam?” Zane elbows me.

“I’m busy,” I say as if I’m entranced by the paper and not the silky leg under my toes.

“What are you doing?” Zane bends his head and lifts the tablecloth. “Ah,” he says when he rights himself.

Haley’s cheeks are a lovely shade of pink, and I drop my foot now that my game has been discovered.

“You started something, Sam. Now you need to finish it.” Dante holds his napkin up and tosses it under the table. “Are you going to fetch the napkin under the table, or am I?” He leans forward into his challenge.

“I’m picking it up,” I growl. But I glance over at Haley.

“You wouldn’t want someone else to have to clean up after you.” She smiles. And the guys’ boisterous approval fills the room.

“Everything okay?” The third guard from the plane steps into the room. “I was walking by and heard a shit show loud roar.”

Zane picks up the paper. “Sheffield United defeated Man City. Looks like it was a bloody amazing match. I can’t believe it.”

“Things changed in the last year. Man City isn’t what they used to be. Okay, I’m down the hall if you need something.” He ducks out.

“We’re good, mate.” Zane drops the paper.

I crouch under the table. It’s a weird sensation, because the last time I was under a dining room table was probably the same year I was last under a bed, before the Rosewood. But this time, it’s a lot more interesting.

On all fours, I crawl across the floor. Nudging her legs wide, I press kisses up the inside of her leg. My girl is going to have to slouch a little. I grip her legs, pulling her closer to me. But my assistant, Dante, pulls her chair out. His hand slides her to the edge of the chair and into my nose. She flinches when my tongue hits the side of her underwear. Damn, I do like this dress, the way it opens up with the wave of my hand. I tug her underwear to one side before I decide that it’s too much in my way. I reach up under the dress with both hands and ease it down her backside. She lifts her glorious ass off the chair. It takes a bit of wrestling, but I manage to get her underwear down and off one leg. That’s good enough.

I didn’t declare my forever after with her, but she knows she’s it for me. Dropping to my knees under a table? That’s not something Samuel Miller has ever done before.

With one hand back around her ass, I hold her in place while my tongue circles her clit.

The guys are holding as normal a conversation as you can when you know the woman you love is being eaten out under the table. China teacups rattle above my head.

She’s squirming in my hands. Her legs vibrate with each flick of my tongue.

“Hey there, Holloway,” Easton says loudly.

I try not to chuckle because her legs have stopped vibrating and her knees are squeezing my head tight. But I’ve become as perverted as the lot of them. I fucking love it. I suck and lick away at her divine pussy.

“Where’s Sam?”

“Bathroom,” Zane says.

“Right, okay. Well, keep it down. Just know we’ll know if you take off your monitors.”

Haley’s monitor is currently firmly against my thigh. And the pinch of the metal, her taste, and the pressure of her knees against my head has me hard enough I want to swipe the table clean to let me feast on her like the meal she is.

Heavy steps leave the room, and Haley relaxes. But I can’t have that. I push two fingers into her in rhythm with my tongue.

“How you doing, Sassy?” Dante asks.

Haley makes a noise that almost sounds good. She’s close. One of her hands snakes under the table. The other fists the tablecloth. A few more seconds and she shatters. Her knees push my head into the underside of the table, and she yanks on the tablecloth. The clinking of glasses covers the sweet noise coming from her mouth. Water drips through the fabric over my head. I give her a last kiss.