Page 101 of The Naughty or Nice Deal

I raise my hand to signal our server. When he approaches, I quietly ask to speak with the owner. Samuel knows me, knows all three of us, actually. We’ve been coming here for years.

Samuel comes over immediately, and I have a brief, discreet conversation with him. He nods in understanding, then moves to speak with his staff.

Fortunately, it’s late enough that most remaining diners are on dessert or just lingering over drinks. I’d estimate about half the restaurant is simply chatting and enjoying nightcaps at this point. The staff moves efficiently through the dining room, speaking quietly with each table and helping people package any remaining food.

I walk over to the bar and hand over my black card so Samuel can compensate all the displaced patrons and staff for the inconvenience. Once everyone has been properly taken care of, they begin to leave—first the guests, then the staff after ensuring everything is secure.

Maeve’s eyes grow wide as I return to our table, her gaze darting around the now-empty restaurant in complete bewilderment. Hayden and Gabriel watch me with sharp assessment. They know I’m planning something, but they haven’t figured out exactly what yet.

“What just happened?” Maeve asks, her brows furrowing. “What did you do?”

“I bought out the restaurant for the rest of the evening,” I reply calmly. “I made sure everyone was generously compensated so no one could complain about their night being cut short. Including all the other diners.”

“But why would you…” She trails off, confusion clear in her beautiful eyes.

I let a slow, hungry smile spread across my face as I answer.

“Because I want to watch my two best friends fuck my wife.”

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MAEVE

Heat floods my system at Ford’s words, spreading through my veins like liquid fire. I can’t wrap my head around what he just did—bought an entire restaurant on a whim just so he could watch his best friends share me. The sheer boldness of it, the hunger in his voice when he said he wanted to watch them fuck his wife, has my pulse racing in my throat.

The last server disappears through the kitchen doors, leaving us alone in the elegant dining room. The dim lights cast shadows across our table, and the silence practically hums with electricity.

Gabriel and Hayden share a look, some silent communication passing between them. Then they both turn their predatory gazes on me, and my knees nearly give out.

“Come here.” Gabriel’s voice is low and commanding, the slight rasp in his tone going straight to my clit.

I stand on unsteady legs, my heart hammering against my ribs as I approach them and they close in on me. Gabriel’s warm hands frame my face while Hayden moves behind me, his solid chest pressing against my back. Surrounded by their heat, their unique scents mingling in my nostrils, I feel overwhelmed in the most amazing way.

“You look incredible tonight,” Gabriel murmurs, his thumb brushing across my lower lip with maddening softness. “So beautiful I’ve barely been able to concentrate on anything else.”

Hayden’s mouth finds the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along the column of my throat. “We’ve been dying to touch you all evening.” His breath fans across my ear, making me shiver. “Watching you light up over dinner, seeing you smile… it’s been torture.”

Gabriel’s hands drift down to trace the neckline of my dress. “This dress is gorgeous on you. But I think it would look even better off of you.”

Before I can even process his words, the sharp sound of tearing fabric cuts through the air as he fists the delicate material in his hands and rips it straight down the front.

“Gabriel!” I gasp, although any attempt at indignation is undercut by the breathiness of my voice. “I actually liked this dress.”

“I’ll buy you ten more.” He smirks. “A hundred more if it means I get to tear them off you like this.”

Hayden’s hands join Gabriel’s, and together they strip the ruined dress from my body with efficient movements, letting it pool around my feet in expensive tatters. I should be upset about the waste, but I can’t bring myself to care when they’re both staring at me like I’m the most gorgeous thing they’ve ever seen.

“Fucking perfect,” Hayden breathes against my neck, his hands skimming over my bare skin. “So damn perfect.”

They pass me between them easily, their mouths and hands mapping every inch of bare skin. Gabriel’s lips find the hollow of my collarbone while Hayden works on unhooking my bra with deft fingers, and I lose myself in their focused attention.

“She tastes so damn good,” Gabriel says to Hayden, his tongue stroking along my throat. “You should taste her here.”

Arousal pools between my thighs at his words, and I feel Hayden’s answering groan against the bare skin of my back.

“Best fucking idea you’ve ever had.” He chuckles. “But I don’t want to just taste her there. Goddamn, I need to taste every inch of her. Help me get her up.”

They guide me toward our table, and Hayden sits on the edge, then lies back on the pristine white tablecloth and arches a brow at me.