Black And Blue (Quentin Black Mystery #5) by JC Andrijeski Read Free Book Online

curtain in place around our private booth and the insanely expensive wine he’d ordered, which I could still taste on both of our tongues.
    Even with the jaw-dropping card the waiter provided with all of the wines the restaurant offered, Black still managed to order off-list. After a few pointed questions about the contents of their cellar, he settled on something I’d never heard of before.
    It’s good though, right?
    Amazing, I admitted. I don’t even want to know how much it cost.
    I’m spoiled, he sent, massaging my thigh. I like spoiling you.
    I laughed, shaking my head. Spoiled is one word for it.
    Do I want to know another word for it?
    Leaning my forehead against his, I shook my head. Probably not.
    Sliding my hands deeper into his shirt, I continued touching him. I felt his light starting to open for real, right before his body softened all at once.
    Gaos, Miri... what are you trying to do to me?
    You started this.
    We might need to stop... or leave. I’m not kidding, doc.
    You’re the one who wanted to wait before, I reminded him. I wanted to have sex in the room, but you wanted to eat first...
    He didn’t answer, but I saw his jaw harden.
    I tried to remember if leaving would be complicated, if we’d even ordered food.
    Knowing Black, he’d worked out some private deal with the waiter before we’d made it to the booth. I definitely got the impression they knew him when we walked in. I hadn’t asked, especially after the leggy blond in the sheer, white, micro-dress working the front desk gave him a suggestive smile and squeezed his bicep before leading us to our table.
    His fingers tightened in my hair before I could fully wrap my head around that train of thought, either. Then he was kissing my mouth, dragging my leg up and around and between his and pressing it up against his crotch. I let out a low gasp when he did it a second time, and his light flooded mine, turning hotter and more liquid.
    Gaos, Miri.
    Pulling his light back with tangible frustration, he glanced past me in the direction of the curtain separating us from the rest of the restaurant. Once he had, I felt him tense. Without looking, I could tell he’d seen something. Whatever it was, it sent a flood of aggression running through his light.
    “Gaos,” he muttered. Have mercy on me, Miri, please.
    In what respect? I glanced over my own shoulder to see what he was looking at.  
    A man in a dark blue suit stood at the bar. He wasn’t close, but he’d positioned himself right in line with where the curtain parted a few inches, and was watching us with overly-interested eyes that pretended to be casual. I felt Black wanting to close the curtain on his stare, or maybe get in his face. Touching his jaw to get him to look back at me, I spoke aloud.  
    “In what respect, Black?” I repeated.
    He looked up at me, scowling. In all respects. We’re both fucking hypersensitive right now, okay? So just... please... remember it’s not only you. I’m really trying not to be an asshole.  
    A hotter plume came off his light, along with more frustration.
    That being said, if that fucking guy keeps looking at you like that, I’m going to do something that might get me arrested... and then probably drag you out of here by your hair and fuck you in the car.
    He looked up at me again, exuding another pulse of that hotter frustration, along with a denser feeling that might have been embarrassment.  
    Miri, I’m being somewhat serious. I felt you in the car. I’ve felt you thinking this bullshit for awhile now, about how you think you’re reacting to us more than I am. You’re wrong. You’re really fucking wrong. I might know more about it, and I might be able to control it marginally better at times, but trust me, I have all the same issues. Pretty much all the time. I’m paranoid as fuck about you, Miriam...
    I looked down at him, pursing my lips. I wasn’t surprised that he’d been reading me, but his actual words surprised me.