Sam considered that option. She knew how much her husband loved role-play.
“Considering your only other option is to let them take it out on you until they get their shit together…” Sierra laughed. “I mean, you could survive that, right?”
No. She very seriously doubted she could.
Which meant role-playing might just be her best, if not only, option.
***
As promised, Logan was awake when Samreturned from her dinner with Sierra. She’d called a Lyft to take her to and from, so he knew that meant she would be nice and inebriated when she arrived. He found her amusing when she was drunk, mostly because she was usually feistier than usual.
Tonight, she didn’t disappoint.
“How was dinner?”
“Good. Why? What did you hear?”
He laughed, patting the couch cushion beside him, urging her to join him.
She stumbled in his direction, though it was obvious she was attempting to walk a straight line.
“Did you and Sierra have a good chat?”
Her eyes widened, a sure sign that she had revealed some deep, dark secrets to her best friend. He had known she would. In fact, he was surprised she hadn’t talked to Sierra before now. Sam was not one who could keep a secret, and since Sierra was the one Sam spoke to about their sex life, he figured she would’ve broken long before now.
“Give me your feet,” he instructed, patting his thighs.
She shifted, reclining onto a pillow at the opposite end and propping her feet in his lap. He eased her shoes off, setting them on the floor. When he gripped one of her feet, she groaned as she always did. Funny how that sound was so similar to when she orgasmed.
“Tell me what you talked about,” he urged.
Her eyes were on him, glassy and hooded. “What we always talk about.”
“Sex.”
“That’s not true,” she declared defensively, although her body was relaxing quickly. She was definitely feeling no pain, and if he had to guess, she would be snoring in less than five minutes.
He cocked an eyebrow, smiled.
“Fine. Itistrue. And yes, we talked about sex.”
Logan focused on rubbing her feet, kneading her arches to earn him another sexy moan.
“She said it was hot to see you touching Elijah that night in the hot tub.”
“I don’t care what Sierra thinks about it,” he said, keeping his tone level. He didn’t want her to think he was being defensive, although there was an undercurrent of it. He wasn’t interested in making a spectacle out of what was happening between him and Elijah.
“Well,Ithink it’s hot,” she said, her nose scrunching. “Do you at least care what I think?”
“Always.” He glanced her way.
She huffed, then moaned again when he focused his attention on her toes. “I do think it’s hot. What little I’ve been privy to.”
Logan figured that was her way of hinting that she wanted more action between them. He decided to avoid going down that rabbit hole, knowing it would lead nowhere that he wanted to go.
“What else did Sierra have to say?”
Sam yawned, sinking deeper into the couch cushion. “She suggested we role-play.”
