Before we married, we made a pact to have a date night once a week. It was to take the place of our bar night and help us get out of our hiding tendencies. Thanks to the wedding and trial, we’d lost a few. There was still a nervous edge in the back of my mind that one of our coworkers would see us and report us. Even after we were married, it caught us both at times. I loved being out with her, whether to the grocery store or a movie—it was great being able to live life again.

Adam was locked away, and Lila was glowing, despite the danger that was encroaching.

“You’re wearing that?” Lila asked as she came out of the closet.

I blinked at her and looked down at the charcoal slacks and black button-down. “Yes.”

Her tongue peeked out to wet her lips, and it was then I understood that I didn’t just look bad. It was good—I looked edible.

The same could be said about her. The few dresses she had for work were always the perfect combination of sexy and sophisticated. Conservative, with body hugging lines. They looked great on her, turning me on and creating the easy access I craved. I still blamed the flirty hemline of one of her skirts for my inability to control myself that night a year ago.

We rarely went out for a nice dinner, but she always seemed to surprise me with a dress she pulled out of nowhere, and the one she had on was not a work dress.

My lip twitched up and I stepped toward her, needing to touch her. I reached out, my hand resting on her hip, the deep red satin silky and soft beneath my fingers. It was classy and elegant, showing off just enough cle**age to draw my cock’s attention. It made me want to rip her out of it and wonder why we ever thought to leave the house.

“Do we have to go to dinner? I could easily eat my dessert right now.”

She rolled her eyes at me and smiled. Her hand reached out and she pressed her palm against my dick, making me groan. Her other hand slipped under the collar of my shirt as she stepped forward to whisper in my ear.

“Something you want, baby? Do you want to fill my pu**y, make me cream, and scream your name?”

“Fuck yes!”

She stepped away from me, her touch gone. My eyes opened to find a wicked grin.

“Too bad. I’m already dressed, and we’re going.”

My gaze narrowed at her. “I can rip it off you.”

“You do that, and I’ll be a dead fish for the next month.”

My jaw dropped. “My dick is magical, baby. You can’t resist the feelings it brings you.”

She didn’t flinch, her expression the same. “No anal, no blowjobs.”

“Now you’re just being mean.”

“I really like this dress.”

“I really like that dress, too. I’d like it better on the floor.” I smirked and my c**k twitched. It liked that idea quite a bit.

She sighed and shook her head. “You’re incorrigible.”

I adjusted my c**k so it wasn’t tenting in my pants so much. “Okay, you win. I’m picking my battle. Dessert after dinner.”

“I knew you’d come around.”

“But…”

She glared at me. “What?”

“You can suck me off on the way to the restaurant.”

“It’s a two-and-a-half block walk.”

I held the door open for her. “You’ve got your work cut out for you.”

She rolled her eyes and walked through the door. “Yeah, I have to learn to levitate by the time we reach the lobby.”

We headed out, walking down the street with our fingers entwined.

“I love that the weather has finally warmed up.”

I reached out and touched her bare shoulder. “Me too.”

She looked at me, trying not to laugh, but just shook her head.

A few feet later, we were walking into the restaurant, and I attempted to behave.

Attempted.

The rich, dark woods that adorned the walls coupled with the low lighting provided a warm and romantic setting. How was I supposed to stave off my desires in a place that was asking me to grope her under the table?

We were seated at a table and not at a booth that would give me easy access to her. I wanted to pout at how far apart we were, even though our legs were touching under the table.

The host handed us our menus, along with the wine list, before departing. I was almost salivating as I read over the different types of steak. Ruth Chris was by no means cheap, but they were worth every penny.

“Hello, my name is Brian, and I’ll be your waiter this evening. Have you dined with us before?”

I looked up from my menu and was about to speak when Lila beat me to it.

“I haven’t.”

He smiled down at her. “Welcome, and thank you for coming.”

He was a young guy, mid-twenties, with the all-American boy look about him. Probably played sports and got in all the girls’ panties.

My jaw twitched as he pointed things out to Lila on the menu and explained that it was all à la carte. There was a difference between friendly and flirting. She was oblivious to it, but his smile was a little cocky for my liking, as was his staring down her dress.

I cleared my throat to gain his attention, and his head snapped up. “We’d like a bottle of the Chateau St. Jean, Reserve Merlot.”

He nodded, then looked back down to Lila and licked his lips. “Is there anything else you’d like?”

I couldn’t take any more. I grabbed her chin and turned her to me, kissing her so hard our teeth hit. She gasped before melting, like always.

“That’s all.” I held out the wine list for him, Lila’s hair still tangled in my fingers.

He gave me a tight smile as he took it and left.

Lila looked at me, her brow quirked as she sat back.

“What? He was too friendly with you.”

She pursed her lips. “He was being polite.”

“He was flirting.”

She leaned forward and nipped at my bottom lip. “So possessive.”

“Damn straight.”

She smiled and shook her head. “I’m your wife. Taken.”

I took her hand in mine. “Yes, but f**kers like to look and salivate and think about screwing you. That pisses me off. You’re mine. I need to hurry up and get you pregnant. Then everyone will see what I do to you.”

My c**k twitched, reminding me it wanted another go at knocking her up.

She ran her hand up my leg, her fingertips brushing my cock. “You’ll get a chance to fill me after dinner.”