“Mmm…” I rumble, leaning over his face. “Almost as sweet as you, delicious boy.”

He chuckles, running his fingers up underneath my shirt while I press a kiss on his decadent mouth.

I’ve never been one for public displays of affection, but Jesse changes all of that. He turns me on to all kinds of new things… Clearly.

With his hand on my jaw, he holds me to him, kissing me deeper, sliding his tongue in to touch mine. I groan softly, reminding myself that I can’t maul him right here. We have an audience.

One I don’t exactly trust…

Forcing my lips off his, I clear my throat, eyes springing to Blake and Kenneth. Naturally, they’re staring at us, sort of gawking, eyes glistened with intrigue.

“You’re so hot together,” Blake breathes. “What I wouldn’t give to watch you.”

My gaze narrows. I peer at Jesse and his lashes are fluttering, the way they do when he’s flabbergasted.

“Watch us what…?” Jesse asks. I almost laugh out loud.

Come on, Jess. They’re so obvious.

“Listen… I’m going to be blunt here,” Kenneth speaks smoothly. “We find you both incredibly attractive. We would love to spend the night with you.”

This time, I can almost hear Jesse’s dumbfounded blinking, like the chirps of crickets.

I can’t help but scoff out loud, muttering, “I knew it,” under my breath.

“It can go down however you want it to,” Blake adds, focusing mostly on Jesse. “We can just watch you, or we can join in…”

Kenneth leans in on the table, whispering to me, “We could trade. Just for tonight…”

Blake’s hand slides across the table onto Jesse’s.

Jesse’s face goes from beet red to ashen in seconds flat. He yanks his hand away, mumbling, “Umm…”

But it doesn’t even matter. I’m already up and out of my seat, grabbing him by the arm.

“Okay, that’s enough,” I grunt, pulling out my wallet and removing some bills. “It’s been fun, but I think we should be going.”

“Wait wait…” Blake huffs. “Don’t run off.”

“No. We’re going,” I growl, tugging Jesse to his feet. The way he’s huddled at my side, you’d think they just threatened to kidnap him. Who knows… Maybe they would have. I don’t know these assholes. “We’re not interested in sharing.”

I toss my money onto the table while Kenneth stands. “Please, let me get this. I insist…”

“Not necessary.” My head cocks at him. “It’s not Wall Street money, but it still buys things.”

Slipping my fingers through Jesse’s, I yank him along by the hand, leaving the restaurant fast before that asshole can suggest putting his dick anywhere near my man again.

“Enjoy the cookies!” Jesse calls over his shoulder.