Free Wicked Bet: A Bad Boy Romance by Sophie Brooks Page A

was certain, we had to do something or I was going to spontaneously combust right here at the table.  
    I turned to him, trying to think, trying to concentrate, trying not to give into the delicious sensations. “Ian ... Ian, I—”
    And then the timer on his phone went off signaling that his turn was over.  
    Somehow the tiny beeping sound brought me back to myself. Glancing around, I saw that a few people were looking in our direction. One man, a guy who was sitting with a woman, was openly leering at us. Ewww.  
    “Turn it off,” I whispered.  
    “Screw whose turn it is. Let’s just go—”
    “Turn it off ,” I repeated, my voice quiet but firm. And he did.  
    Shuddering, I sank down in my chair, feeling oddly tired. Ian signaled for the check while I tried to recover. Before we left, I went to the restroom and removed the egg. Carefully, I cleaned it, wrapped it in plastic, and put it in my purse. We were definitely going to have to play with it again in the future. Probably not in the middle of a crowded restaurant, though.  
    Once outside, we headed to my car—we’d left his parked at the hardware store. He drove, and I slumped in the passenger seat.  
    “You look like you’re about to fall asleep.”  
    I half felt like it. Getting that close to coming, twice, had triggered a lot of physical reactions. I felt tired and a little sleepy like I often did after a good orgasm.  
    “Lyss, are you mad at me?”
    With effort, I opened my eyes. “No, of course not.”  
    “That just ... that got a little more intense than I was expecting at the restaurant.”  
    “Yeah, it did,” I said. “But it was hot.”  
    “It was insanely hot. But now you look like you need to sleep for a week.”
    “No, I’m good,” I said, sitting up straighter. And I was—or at least I would be after cleaning up a bit and getting some caffeine. “I’m ready for my turn. I just need a little time to get ready.”  
    “How long do you need?”
    “Probably about an hour. I’ve got to take care of a couple things and change. And so do you, by the way.”  
    “Me?” He sounded so surprised I had to laugh. Here he’d sent me out to buy lingerie, told me when to put it on, and told me when to take my other clothes off, yet he was shocked that he’d actually have to change his clothes once. Men!  
    “If I can walk into an adult toy store by myself, then you can manage to change into a suit.”  
    “Fair enough,” he said, but I saw his slight frown at the mention of a suit. As if he didn’t wear one most days of the week.  
    “Wear that black one that I like, okay?”
    “‘Kay,” he said. “Do I have to shave?” he said, turning into the lot where his car was parked.
    I looked over at the dark sexy stubble that grazed his strong jaw line. It made me want to kiss him, and once he’d parked, I did just that.  
    “No,” I said, smiling at him. “You don’t have to shave.”

Chapter Twelve

    “HOW DO I look?” I asked nervously, checking the clock over the bar again.
    “Like a million bucks. You’re going to have him eating out of the palm of your hand. Or any other body part you’d like,” my favorite bartender said with a grin.  
    I smiled, but inside I was nervous. Ian’s plan had been so erotic, so much fun. I didn’t want to disappoint him. Okay, yeah, I didn’t want to lose the bet, either. But mostly I didn’t want to let him down.  
    “You okay? You really do look amazing.”  
    I looked down at my low-cut cocktail dress. It was a little fancy for the early afternoon, but I’d figured what the hell. The surest way to seduce my husband was to look and feel my best. And hopefully drive him out of his mind with lust.  
    My dress was sleeveless, with thin straps draping over my shoulders that just barely concealed the bra straps of my new lingerie. The dress flared out at the waist but was quite short. I was also wearing brand new thigh-high stockings, held up by a sexy garter