“Excellent. When can she arrive, and when can I join you at your place? Wait. Is Hudson there? Wait again. Do we care if Hudson is there?”
“Griff got a suite at one of the hotels by the college. Hudson’s crashing with him the next two nights.”
“Only two nights?”
“All-Star break is short. And the only reason Griff can stay until Friday morning is because the commute to Toronto for his next game is short.”
“Is Daphne free tomorrow evening?”
“Probably not. She has a very active social life. And it’s a work night.”
Simon growls softly.
“But she loves me, so she’ll probably cancel her plans and watch your kids so that you and I can hang out here alone. Watch a movie. Eat popcorn. Maybe play some Scrabble.”
“Beatrice.”
I smile at my ceiling. “Yes, Simon?”
“I have never adored a woman who tortures me quite the way I adore you and the way you torture me.”
“I like to set my expectations low so that I’m not disappointed.”
“I would like you to set your expectations high so that we can improve this orgasm count.”
An aroused shiver slinks through my body. “If my expectations are too high though, I might be disappointed. And so might you.”
“Oh no, darling. I never underperform when expectations are high. Especially when exceeding expectations is so very satisfying.”
“I thought you liked being a lazy bum.”
“No, I rather overachieved being a lazy bum. There’s a difference.”
“Simon?”
“Yes, darling?”
“I think I adore you too.”
“Quite the pickle, is it not?”
“Indeed,” I reply, just like he would.
He chuckles, and another warm, delicious shiver makes its way over my skin.
“So tell me, darling,” he says softly, “whatareyou wearing?”
Oh yes.
I amall inon this. “What do you want me to be wearing?”
“Preferably nothing at all, in my bed, but as that is not an option…tell me about those lacy bits of undergarments you had on when you were last here.”
“My thong?”
“Yes. What color was it?”
“Red.”
