Chapter 98

The waiter came over and poured me a glass of white wine. I raised an eyebrow.

Quinn smiled at me. “I’ve already ordered. Oysters for our appetizer, then linguine pescatore. I hope you don’t mind?”

“That’s fine by me.” Watching that man eat oysters—he’d tip his head back, let the succulent flesh slide down his throat, and swallow—that had to be one of the most erotic things I’d ever seen.

This evening was no exception, and when the appetizer arrived, I made sure he had the lion’s share. My gaze was on him every time he reached for an oyster.

He said something, but I was staring at his mouth. “Excuse me?”

His smile broadened. “I said I have a 9:00 a.m. flight tomorrow.”

Dammit. “Okay. I guess it’s just dinner tonight.” I’d been half hard since I’d walked in and seen him sitting there, but now my cock deflated.