He laughed, amusement lighting his pale eyes. “Now I’m really curious. What is it?” he asked.
Ray scrambled for her small black bag on the table, got out her cell, her fingers swiping the display…then her eyes widened, and she screamed with laughter.
Jack leaned over and angled his head, studying this mysterious illustration, then started grinning. “We must try this, Bug.”
“Not on your horny life, babe.” Ray snorted.
Charli moaned and bumped her forehead against the table.
“I’m sending it to you.” Max grinned at me.
A moment later, my cell next to Charli’s arm buzzed. I opened the message, then stared at the erotic illustration, painted in realistic colors, revealing the man and woman in a—
I had no idea what to call that position. A smirk tipped my mouth. Who knew a kinky side existed beneath Charli’s innocent facade?
“Is this what you really like, Blue?” I teased. “We could try it, but you’d need to up your exercise. I wouldn’t want you falling.”
“God, kill me now,” she groaned, reaching back and slapping her hand on my mouth. I kissed her palm and lowered it.
“Now this one, I’m totally on board with,” Ray grinned, flashing her cell to Jack, who groaned.
My cell pinged with a new image. I opened it and laughed at the guy in bench position with the girl riding his dick. Charli was damn good with her illustrations. Jack’s fresh drink arrived. She nabbed that too and guzzled it back.
“Looks like I’m going home stone-cold sober,” Jack said, grinning.
“Charli, slow down.” I gently grasped her wrist, stopping her from finishing it.
“Let me go, I want to drown myem-embarrissshment,” she slurred, already tipsy.
“It won’t help in the morning,” I warned softly, stroking her back.
“Don’t care—” She swiped my hand away. “I’m gonna be per-permanently drunk from now on. Get used to it.”
Smiling, I kissed her shoulder. Charli was cute when hammered. But I didn’t want her going through a nasty hangover. My girl was a serious lightweight, so it was probably better I took her home.
“I think we’re gonna call it a night,” I said, pushing Charli to her feet and keeping my arm around her.
After we said our goodbyes, I gathered her purse and cell from the table, and we headed out.
I walked my tipsy girl to my truck parked a block away—hell, usually I just rode my bike while in the city, but since being with Charli, I was using the truck more, glad now because a bike wouldn’t do in this situation.
An hour later, back in my apartment parking lot, I swept a sleepy Charli into my arms, kicked the truck door shut, and took the elevator up to my place.
In the living room, I sat her on the couch.
She flopped against the backrest and moaned. I got a glass of water and two pain pills from the kitchen and hurried back to her before she fell asleep.
“Charli?” I sat next to her.
She sighed.
“Blue!”
She grunted and scrunched her face at the nickname, making me smile.
“Here, take this.” I helped her upright, and her eyes flickered open.
“You’re too bossy,” she grumbled. “I wanna sleep.” She squinted at the pills. “I don’t want—”
