“Here. Me and the girls.”
“I have a hard time believing this group doesn’t get up to its fair share of trouble.”
“No. We are all pretty boring. Well, Sloan,” she pointed to her pint-sized friend sitting on Meegan’s lap, “she’s a freaking heart surgeon. And Shae,” she pointed to the sweet-faced, plus-sized beauty to her right, “she owns the best cupcake spot in the city. I should put her in touch with Liz, see if she’s willing to share that apple cake recipe.”
“Not a bad idea.”
“Otherwise, I’m gonna have to ask Liz to ship cake to me like once a month. Or twice.”
“She’d be happy to.”
“Anyway. Sarah and Meegan teach with me at Whippoorwill. Erica’s an adjunct professor at Cal State Dominguez Hills and Keira’s a personal trainer.” She pulled up another picture of the whole gang at Sloan and Rafe’s wedding.
“I’m picturing a scenario where you’re all secretly spies with your own areas of expertise.”
“That would be fun and maybe a little bit porny. Actually, Keira and her husband run a BDSM club and Meegan’s a member.”
“Really?”
“But, that’s not me,” Xeni laughed. “I already told you I’m just really hot, well dressed and boring. I go to work and I craft. And watch crappy television.”
“I go to work and play music,” Mason replied. “I don’t think we’re required to do more than keep ourselves employed and have one law-abiding hobby. So, tell me about this club.”
“I barely know anything about it. There are rules. I’m guessing levels of nudity. Why? You want to go?”
“No. I’ve just had an erection since you arrived and I’m trying to make matters worse.”
Xeni almost choked on her spring roll. She took a sip of champagne and did her best to clear her throat. “You want me to make you harder? While we eat?”
“Uncomfortably so,” he said. Xeni knew he was just teasing, but she wanted to be sure. She looked over her shoulder to see if they had an audience. There was still one young man cleaning the cafe, but he was so intent on his work that Xeni figured they were in the clear. She wiped her hand with her napkin, then slid her fingers across his broad thigh. A tingling heat spread out of her own skin as his thigh muscles jumped at the contact. She moved her hand higher until she brushed against the thick bulge pressing against the seam of his khaki shorts.
Mason licked his lips and set down his fork. He looked over at her as he sat back and spread his legs further apart. Xeni rubbed a little higher, searching for the head of his cock through the fabric. When she found it, she teased the tip with a little pressure from her thumb.
“That’s quite the big problem you have there.”
“Mmmhmm.”
“What are you thinking about right now?” Xeni asked.
“Would you like the romantic version or the truth?”
Xeni swallowed and tried, but failed, to compose herself. Her pussy throbbed just considering the dirty words he had waiting for her. “The truth.”
“I’m thinking about coming on those gorgeous tits of yours. You’re the only woman I’ve ever met that makes t-shirts looks sinful.”
Xeni glanced down at her breasts that were now aching to be touched. She wanted Mason’s mouth on her nipples. She wanted his rough palms caressing them.
“What else?”
“Finish your dinner and I’ll show you.”
Xeni withdrew her hand and did her best to focus back on the delicious food in front of her, but after nearly five minutes of silence, she was ready to tear off her own clothes. She watched Mason carefully, every feature of his face, the way he appeared to be restraining himself from shoving handfuls of food in his mouth so they could move this party up to his apartment. There was so much she wanted to do with him, so much that she wanted to dotohim, but mostly she wanted to see what other tricks he had up his sleeves. All the shocking things he could do to make her wet in ways she’d never been wet before.
When she could say she was honestly full, she set down her fork and sat back. “That was lovely. Thank you. Take your time.”
“No.” Xeni snorted as Mason stood and started packing up the remaining food. It only made sense for her to lend a hand. They had the patio cleaned up in record time.
“I just need to tell Jimmy we’re done out here.”
