She laughs, a husky, pleased noise. Her hands go to the hem of her skirt. But instead of reaching under and tugging any material down her juicy, thick thighs, she flips up the back and shows me her stunning, bare ass. “You’re assuming I’m wearing any, Sir,” she says hoarsely.
“Traviesita,” I hiss, reaching down to cup and then squeeze one of the tan globes. Giving in to the urge, I bend down and bite the thickest part—where it’s roundest.
She squeals and drops in my lap, grinding her bare cunt into my trousers as she does so.
“We have work to do,” I chide, grabbing her tightly to settle her.
With a hum of amusement, she begins working through the setup screen on her new laptop, and I open up the code I’ve been working on to create a back door we’ll need to gain access to the system used in one of the cities that purchased the Safe-T Keeper package.
Clicking around with my right hand leaves my left free. I settle it against her lower stomach, taking a handful of her through her skirt and making her squirm.
“Eyes on your screen.”
As she opens her mouth, there’s a sharp knock at the door and Eleanor appears in the opening, hand over her eyes. “Everyone decent?”
Madison sighs, throwing me a look over her shoulder. “Unfortunately.”
With a wide grin, Eleanor lowers her hand. “Hungry?”
“Starved!”
“Dinner’s in the dining room in two minutes.”
“The dining room?” I repeat, confused. As far as I know, the formal space that seats 12 has only ever collected dust on the polished mahogany and linen-covered chairs. “Why?”
Eleanor beams. “Family dinner! We’re being extra. I even found candles in the drawer!”
“I love that.” Madison lifts her arms, stretching out her back before she rises. “Do you need help setting the table?”
“It’s all set up. Just bring yourselves.”
Madison tugs me up, and we follow Eleanor down the hall. I almost can’t contain my surprise to see a room that’s stood empty for all this time with lit candles on the table and food arranged prettily in serving platters I wasn’t aware we had.
“Eleanor, this is great!” Madison enthuses.
“Yeah, I thought it would be fun. Mac’s grilling the steaks—he’ll be in in a second,” she says, popping into the kitchen and reappearing with a bowl of mashed potatoes. Nicole follows a second later with broccoli, and Dimitri has a stack of plates that he begins dutifully placing at each of the silverware settings.
I didn’t even realize the long table condensed, because this shorter version is much more appropriately sized for the six of us. Much cozier. Madison, Nicole, Dimitri and I choose spots at the table as Eleanor flits around with finishing touches and Mac strides in proudly, carrying a large platter of sizzling meat.
“Which one is the most done?” Madison asks, going up on her tiptoes and trying to see into the platter as he passes her to set it onto the table.
“Themostdone?” Mac repeats, like the very idea offends him. “I’m the grill master, Mads. There’s nothing dry or burned on this plate. If you wantwell-done meat, you might as well eat one of Nicole’s tofu steaks.”
“I will take hers,” Dimitri volunteers instantly.
Madison narrows her eyes at Dimitri and sticks a fork into one of the smaller steaks to lift it onto her plate like she’s staking her claim, before turning back to Mac. “Rare meat is somegringobullshit.Mexicanoslike ourcarnemarinated and sliced thin.”
“Right. I guess I have to remember that you see the world from a different perspective.” At Madison’s curious frown, wisely not believing his contrition or easy defeat for a second, Mac grins. “That was a short joke. I’d ask if it went over your head, but,” he levels his arm, sweeping it through the air above her, “everything does.”
She raises a brow at him, wearing her bratty smile that gets my blood pumping. “Big words from someone who’s lactose intolerant.”
“What does that have to do with anything?” he snorts, piling broccoli onto his plate.
“I’m not gonna be spoken down to by a guy who can be taken out by cheese.”
He turns to Eleanor, something akin to betrayal on his face. “You told her?!”
“I didn’t know it was a secret?” Eleanor says skeptically, taking her seat at the head of the table.
