Saint James, Elle - Unbridled and Untangled [The Double Rider Men's Club 8] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Elle Saint James Page A

closed briefly as if in relief, and their intense gaze was broken. “Trust me when I say it was entirely my pleasure.”
    The uneasy expression shaping his face said he still had lingering doubts about how much she’d enjoyed the afternoon spent in their unfinished house being commanded sexually.
    Olivia reached out and stroked her palm along the hard, angular planes of his face. She leaned in, caught his gaze again and whispered. “The truth is, I can’t stop thinking about what happened earlier. I hear your voice saying the words, ‘suck me, now’ in my mind, and my pussy gushes immediately. I’m so wet right now, it’s a wonder I don’t leave puddles behind me when I move.”
    He laughed and true relief crossed his features. “Let me know when you’re ready to head for our private box and we’ll go.”
    Before she had time to even take a step in any direction, a waiter with a single glass of champagne on his tray tripped over the corner of the area rug. The tray lurched in her direction.
    The one remaining champagne flute tipped over on its side before the waiter could stop it or prevent it. The entire contents shot out of the narrow-rimmed glass. Icy, golden fluid suddenly drenched her bare arm from shoulder to elbow, making her flinch even though she’d seen it coming.
    Olivia swiveled her hips away from the falling drips of champagne rolling off of her arm and only a few drops landed on the skirt of her dress. Once it dried the color of the dress would more than likely hide the stains.
    The waiter’s horrified expression startled her as much as the cold drink now dripping off her fingertips.
    “I’m so very sorry, ma’am. Did it get on your dress? I hope it didn’t get on your dress.” He whipped out a towel from his jacket pocket and dabbed the soft white cloth repeatedly down her arm. “I promise to pay for any cleaning needed to restore it.”
    Olivia took the cloth from him gently and said, “Please don’t worry about it. It mostly landed on my arm. I’ll be fine. I wore this color on purpose. It’s very practical for champagne parties.” She smiled, but the waiter just looked like his life was about to be over.
    Dalton took the wet cloth from her once she’d finished wiping her arm and handed it back to the waiter.
    The fretful man still didn’t seem convinced he was off the hook. “Are you sure, ma’am? I’m happy to pay for it. I tripped on something…” He trailed off and glanced over one shoulder as if to figure out how he’d stumbled in the first place.
    Olivia shook her head at the poor distraught man, feeling the need to console him. “I promise you, it’s fine.” She patted him on the arm and he finally moved away. The buzz of conversation, which had stopped the minute champagne hit her skin, soon resumed around them. She had been to more than one soiree at home where clumsy waiters and waitresses didn’t last long with the rich and powerful set. But she wasn’t like that. Accidents happened. She hoped no one here was about to dress down the waiter.
    Dalton looked carefully at her dress again, from head to breast to toes. “Maybe we’ll have to get you out of that dress even more quickly than we thought.” His grin said he didn’t mind.
    She laughed. “Please. Like that wasn’t your big plan the whole time anyway.”
    Wade came over from talking to his friend and asked, “Are you okay? Do I need to go have a stern talk with the wait staff?”
    “No. Leave that poor man alone. I’m fine.”
    “Okay then, can I lick the rest of the champagne residue off your arm?”
    “Maybe later when we get to your private box.” The thought of the Stadium and what would happen in her near future slid anxiously into her mind. Olivia went back to worrying about all the other members that might watch her having sex through the glass of the private box tonight. Could she do it? Why did it bother her so much to be seen? She was suddenly fidgety without a good reason to