“Oh, I hadn’t forgotten.” Etta rubbed her skin as if she were cold down there. “Your radiance is ridiculous right now.”
“You flirt.”
“Ahem.”
They both looked up with a start. Amanda stood on the other side of their small table, looking more sheepish than a lamb as she folded her hands together. “Yes?” Etta asked, the annoyance in her voice growing.
“Excuse me, Ms. Coleman, but I was wondering if you needed anything before I left.”
Only Jamie could detect the snort shooting out of Etta. “No, Ms. Mayfield. You have the day off. Enjoy yourself.”
She paid the last of her respects before jetting off, disappearing back into the main building as Etta turned her attention back to Jamie – with her lips, of course.
“You have a nice and pretty assistant, Ms. Coleman.”
She growled against Jamie’s skin. “What assistant? I only see my wonderful fiancée.”
“If you weren’t acting like a horny nut in front of all these nice people I’ve never met before, I would think you were blowing smoke up my ass.”
“I could blow a few things up there, sure.”
Jamie scoffed, smacking Etta on her arm before blushing into her champagne glass. “You are ornery today. Did you eat oysters before we left?”
“Please.” Both of her hands disappeared beneath the tablecloth. “Like I need any of that.”Jamie brushed her hand against her stomach, almost afraid to incite her even more.I could not take care of her right now. Not with all these people here…Watching her out of the corner of their eyes. Yet Etta did not push things further. She was probably halfway to starting, though. “You’re going to wear me out before the wedding, aren’t you?”
“That may or may notbe the plan.”
Jamie wished she could say she was surprised, but she hardly was. How could she be surprised at this point? Feeling Etta’s hand between her legs while a party went on around them was par for the course… and nobody was playing golf today.
“Etta…” she said through her teeth. “Watch it.”
“Nobody can see.” Her fingers grazed Jamie’s thigh. Sparks – no, chills – made Jamie jerk against the table. “I promise. Nobody gives a shit that I’m about to finger you.”
Had she heard that right? Nah. Definitely hadn’t heard her right. Etta was crazy sometimes, especially when she was hornier than a co-ed, but she wasn’t that crazy. Not crazy enough to do what amounted to sex in public. That was one of the few things she was not into. It was even written into the contract when they first started dating. Etta liked exhibitionism as much as she liked stubbing her toe.All right, not that bad… but…
What in the world was she doing sticking her hand up Jamie’s skirt?
“Watch it,” she muttered. “Just because they don’t care, doesn’t mean I don’t.”
Etta was practically on top of her as she whispered, “What if I told you that I really,reallywant to do it?”
“Why?”
She chuckled. “Do I need a reason other than I want to? Pour yourself another drink if it makes you feel better.”
That was the only warning Jamie got before fingers pushed between her thighs and rubbed against her slit.
Jamie’s hand shook on the champagne bottle a waiter left behind.Careful. Don’t give yourself away by spilling it everywhere and drawing unwanted attention. Easier said than done. Jamie may no longer be under the insatiable spell of that blasted lube, but she was still feeling some of its remnants days later. Every time Etta touched her, Jamie felt crazy jolts all through her body that would make most women pass out. The only reasonshe was able to handle it was because she had been dating Etta for this long. Putting up with endless pleasure came with the bundle of dating someone like her.
Healthy appetites, and all.
“Either you like it or you’re a dirty liar, Ms. Joy,” Etta said, using the same stern voice she once commanded when she was the boss. “Because things are definitely heating up between these lovely legs of yours.”
“Because someone is fingering me,” she muttered back. “Or at least about to, I imagine.”
“Tell me more about what you imagine.”
A dexterous woman like her had no trouble getting beneath Jamie’s underwear. The fact that Jamie slightly opened her legs and leaned against the table so Etta’s hand was completely covered helped. “You don’t usually give me time, ma’am.” Two could play at this game. “I don’t get a second to think about what I want before you’re fucking me until stars are in my eyes.”
