Free Change Of Plans (New Adult BBW Romance) by Adriana Hunter

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concert for the owner’s son’s sixteenth birthday, so it wasn’t exactly hard to
twist his arm over this.” Brendan winked, then picked up his fork and steak
knife. “Try the lobster tail. He told me it’s the best in the city.”
    They ate in companionable silence for a
few moments, Brendan enjoying his meal as much as he enjoyed watching Callie
eat. She cut her meat with an almost-surgeon like precision, steady and
careful, and then slowly lifted each bite to her ruby red mouth before catching
it between her perfect white teeth. Every so often he’d catch a flash of pink
tongue as she licked a drop of meat juice from her lips, and sometimes a small
moan would escape from her lips as she enjoyed what must have been a
particularly succulent bite of meat.
    Jesus , he thought, shifting to try and
accommodate his growing erection. Who knew watching a woman eat could be
such an erotic experience?
    “The Indians,” Callie said.
    “What?”
    “The Indians,” she repeated, a wicked
sparkle in her eyes that told him she knew exactly what he’d been thinking
– shit, he’d probably said it out loud. “Sex was a true art form for
them, one where they carefully considered and planned each step of their
seduction. Before a seduction, a man might order special foods brought up to
his room that were aphrodisiacs, that he and his lover would feed to each other
in preparation for their tryst.”
    “Well damn,” he muttered. “Didn’t know
beef was such a turn on.”
    Callie winked. “It’s the rib-eye,
specifically.”
    Brendan gaped. “Are you serious?” He
would have to start stocking his freezer with this stuff, 24/7.
    She laughed. “No, I’m just teasing you.”
    Brendan just shook his head, hardly able
to believe he’d fallen for that one. “How do you know this stuff, anyway?”
    Callie shrugged one perfect, bare
shoulder in response. “College,” she said, offering her profile to him as she
admired the view. “From one of my anthropology classes. Cultural anthropology,
I think. My professor really liked to discuss sexual customs amongst different
cultures.”
    “Mmm.” He took her hand in his again.
“Then you must have something of an education in the area.” This stuff was all
news to him; he didn’t know Callie had much depth of knowledge in sexual
practices, since their sex had always been so vanilla in the past.
    “I… suppose I do,” she hedged. “Though
it’s mostly anecdotal rather than from experience.” Smiling, she changed the
subject. “Dinner was delicious. I’d really like to stretch my legs for a bit
and explore this little outdoor oasis. Can we walk around?”
    “Of course.” Standing, Brendan helped Callie
out of her seat, then made sure her wrap was securely fastened around her
shoulders. The outdoor area was kept fairly warm with the aid of heat lamps,
but it was still just chilly enough that he wanted to make sure she had the
extra layer. “Right this way.”
    Tucking her arm into the crook of his elbow,
he led her down the winding path, taking it slow, letting her explore what was
beneath each canopy area. Some of them had beds like theirs, others chaise
lounges, and there were a few that even had fire pits. The path led them to the
bar, which stood unmanned but fully stocked, and he went behind the counter to
mix them some drinks.
    “I didn’t know you could mix drinks.” Callie
leaned an elbow on the table, offering him a mouth-watering view of her
cleavage as her bust hung forward. Brendan found himself wishing the dress were
a little looser; if it didn’t hold her breasts so firmly in place they might
have actually spilled out.
    “I learned a few things during my music
career that were a little beyond my required skill set.” He set her sunshine
margarita on the table in front of her, then fished a bottle of Guinness out
from beneath the counter for himself. “Comes in handy sometimes.”
    “I’ll say.” She picked up the glass, then
took a