No Reservations - Megan Hart [81]
'Worth every fucking penny,' Dix said. 'Ladies, after you.'
'I could get used to this,' Leah said from inside the booth as the waiter brought them a bottle of champagne, the music started, and everyone around them who didn't have a VIP table had to juggle plates and glasses.
Brandon dug into his pile of food but shot her a grin and nudged her knee with his under the table. 'Too bad there aren't any bagels.
Leah reached to squeeze his knee and watched his grin get a little strained, though the humour stayed in his deep-brown eyes. 'That is truly tragic'
The jazz trio playing in this ballroom was great, but not quite loud enough to cover up the occasional throb of music from the two connecting ballrooms. Even so, the booth shielded them enough to allow them conversation without having to shout, the food was great and the champagne flowed. It wasn't long before Kate and Leah were giggling over their own conversations while the men discussed stuff that had measurements and scores and point spreads and God knew what else.
Kate shifted in her seat to the upbeat tempo. 'Charles, I want to dance.'
'And I, darling Kate, want to see you shake that sweet —'
Kate stopped him with a kiss. 'C'mon, before I give in to another plate of pasta or a piece of cheesecake.' She turned to Leah. 'Are you coming?'
Leah looked at Brandon, who was still eating. 'Umm ... in a little while.' Brandon laughed but didn't put down his fork. 'I'll be done soon.'
Dix shook his head. 'Christ, kid.'
Kate took him by the hand and pulled him from the booth, calling oyer her shoulder at Leah, 'Weil be in the electronica ballroom, OK? Text me if you can't find me.'
'Have fun.' Leah watched them go, then leant to drag a finger through the raspberry sauce on Brandon's plate of chocolate cake. She touched the tip of her tongue to it, then offered it to him. 'Yum.'
He took her fingertip in his mouth and sucked gently in a way that sent tendrils of pleasure unfurling all through her. 'Mmmmm.
Leah's hand slipped under the table and cupped the bulge at his crotch. 'Mmmm.'
Brandon pushed his plate away and kissed her. i'm done.'
'Ah ah,' Leah said, id hate for you to miss out on something good. You should finish.'
His breathing quickened as his tongue swept hers and he pulled back just enough to murmur, 'This is better.
Leah sat back against the booth's high leather seat. She stroked him idly as they kissed, interrupted only by the waiter asking if they wanted another bottle. Since the one they had was only half gone, she shook her head. Brandon filled her glass, then his. 'Good stuff.' She rubbed his cock again. 'This is better.'
His tongue wet his mouth. He was hard under her fingers, and she took mercy on him. It had to be uncomfortable. But when she tried to withdraw her hand, he made a noise of protest.
i can't get you off right here,' Leah said into his ear as she added a nibble that made him shiver, it would make a mess and would be uncomfortable for you. Really. It's for your own good.'
He groaned. 'Leah . . .'
'On the other hand,' she told him, 'you can certainly use your hand on me.'
Brandon laughed and as the jazz trio struck up another song, a singer joined them. Her slow, sultry crooning was the perfect background for him sliding his fingers up her thigh and past the lacy stocking tops, to stroke her clit through her panties. 'Like this?'
She nodded and settled back against him, facing the stage so she could watch the show. Most of the other people were still too busy eating and drinking to pay attention to the singer, who looked every inch the part of a 1930s blues singer, right down to the flower inher hair. Leah didn't know the words to the woman's song, but the music flowed over her, sweet and slow and sensual, a total ear-fuck.
Brandon's hand moved slowly, too. Fingertip barely circling. Anyone walking by would see a couple intent on the performance, not a man with his hand between a woman's legs. Making her come. Not that she was close, anyway. Not yet.
Brandon knew