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hawk’s keen eye. So I saw the moment her hand curled around the missive.
    Her frown deepens, and then she remembers I’m here and immediately it becomes a smile. I don’t believe it. I don’t believe her. This woman, whom everyone thinks needs to be coddled, could never be kowtowed.
    “Are you eating?” I ask, indicating the platter.
    “Of course. This is the best panko bread in Auckland. Try some,” she says, dipping it in the tartare sauce and holding it up to my lips to sample.
    I know I should press her. The lawyer in me wants to help. But Momoko has made it plain she doesn’t want to share whatever is in that note. And, of course, I am a chump. I want to lick tartare sauce off her fingers.
    So, I lean forward, watching her eyes closely, and let her slip the morsel of food into my mouth. Her lips are parted, her eyes are wide, and I can see her breasts rising and falling beneath that silky décolletage. She’s beautiful.
    And to hell with mysteries, I know she wants me now.
    I break off a bit of bread and dip it in the sauce, lifting it to her mouth for a nibble. Her eyes turn sultry, she licks her lips, and then snaps her teeth down hard, almost taking the tip of my finger off.
    I jerk back, shaking my hand out and frown. But I can’t hold it for long, Momo is laughing, rocking back and forth in her chair, nearly in hysterics.
    “Like that, is it?” I ask.
    She only laughs harder.
    I pick up a prawn, and dip it in the sauce, making sure the thing is well and truly covered, and then hold it up, an arch to my brow.
    It’s a challenge and she knows it. But I have the feeling Momoko Tanaka never shies away from a challenge. She doesn’t disappoint. Leaning forward, resting her elbows on the edge of the table, emphasising the impressive cleavage above her dress with the move, she opens her mouth and closes her eyes; trusting me.
    I stare at her for a moment, my blood hot, my pulse thundering. Then I let the prawn rest against her bottom lip and watch. She licks it first. A small tongue feathering out around the tip, exactly how I imagine her licking my dick. With slow movements, she licks off all the sauce; hungrily.
    I think I might come in my pants.
    Then she opens her mouth, and takes the entire thing inside in one slow glide of plump lips. It’s a king prawn. It’s not small. It’s not as big as my dick, but I’m picturing it that big. And she sucks it down like a professional.
    And then bites, making a crunching sound as her teeth breach the crispy batter and the meat slides off the shell.
    I can’t help but laugh at the cheeky look she gives me from under her eyelashes. Then I reach forward and use my thumb to wipe the excess sauce off from the corner of her mouth. Her tongue darts out and licks the tip before I get the chance to pull back and do the same myself. And then my thumb is pressing into her mouth, she’s sucking on it, and my head is spinning, my heart thumping, and my dick begging to be in on the action itself.
    I know I’m treading on very dangerous grounds. This is Koki Tanaka’s sister. Someone I’ve only met tonight. I don’t know her. I don’t really know him. And from what I’ve seen, both of them could lay me flat on my arse if I make a false move.
    But I can’t stop this. I don’t want to. I can’t think clearly. I can’t think of anything but getting this woman naked and beneath me. Her lips on mine, my hands on her, my cock buried deep inside.
    I’ve never had this type of instant attraction before. Never lost all sense of propriety and control. But although I know we’re sitting in a restaurant, other patrons watching this blatantly sexual display over the top of their sashimi and egg rolls, all I want to do is knock the platter off the table, reach across it and haul this gorgeous woman on top, and devour her.
    I think she might understand, because she’s offering up her credit card to the waitress, and I’m not of a right mind because I let her pay, but that