“Like this,” she asked and spread her legs, giving me a perfect view of her pink pussy.
“Tease,” I told her and went to retrieve dessert, at the door just in case the bellboy thought he might catch a glimpse of Janey in black lingerie. “Thanks.” I tipped the kid and hurried back to the bedroom with a smile.
“Is this better?” She was spread across the bed, back arched and legs spread from corner to corner, completely naked with a sexy smile on her face.
I held up a bowl of whipped cream and smiled. “Stay just like that until this bowl is empty.” Heat flared in her eyes and she nodded, shocked into silence, temporarily anyway.
“Oh. Okay.” The words came out strangled and stunned, but the heat in her gaze was undeniable. Then she arched her back and I was there, spreading whipped cream on her body and licking it off. Spreading it on. Licking it off. “Rafe, please,” she moaned and arched into me, wrapping her legs around my neck. “Rafe.”
Janey’s body tightened with unexploded pleasure and I held her close, letting my tongue, my mouth pull her closer and closer to the edge. Until she fell over. “There’s still whipped cream in here,” I told her with a smile.
“Then I guess you should get in that position and don’t move until this bowl is empty.” Her words were a little hesitant but there was a thread of steel there I admired, and yeah it turned me on too.
So I did as the lady commanded, and I didn’t regret it one bit.
At least until the next morning.JaneyOne month later
It couldn’t possibly be a month since I’d done the craziest thing I’d ever done. Ever. I had a one night stand. With Rafe Montgomery. There was a lot more to the night than that, but even now, a month later, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. About him. When I closed my eyes the heat of the sun almost felt like the weight and the heat of his body pressed against mine.
“Not that I’m insecure or anything Janey, but I’m pretty sure this whole thing works better if your eyes are open.” I heard the laughter in Jase’s voice.
“Sorry. You caught me spacing out. It does happen occasionally, you know.” That came out much snarkier than I meant it to, so I flashed an apologetic smile. “Sorry, Jase. You’re right. Let’s do this!”
He let out a low grumble of a laugh and I turned away to adjust the settings for the changing light, and to take a moment to compose myself. Jase, for all his good qualities, liked to gossip as much as the matchmakers did, and any indication of something juicy, and he would pounce.
“Want to talk about it?”
“Nope. Nothing to talk about.” Literally there was nothing to talk about. A big fat nothing, because despite the fact that he had licked whipped cream off every intimate part of my body and had given me three orgasms, my first three orgasms with another person, Rafe had been a ghost.
“You sure?”
“Yep,” I bit out and shook off the memory of the smile Rafe had worn as he slid into me, or the shock on his face when he realized the truth. Or the sweet, but totally hot way he’d turned all gentle when he did. And how did I end the most wonderful, most magical night of my life? I ran. Like a coward.
Like a damn fool.
“Completely sure. Now put on your best smile, unless I can convince you to pop a few buttons?” His glare told me I’d hit my mark. “Didn’t think so.”
“Is this about a guy?” Jase was a good, if reluctant subject. Life leapt out of his pores and he had a smile that reeled you right in. “It’s usually about a guy.”
“What guy Jase? Every guy in my life I’ve known my entire life.”
He shrugged. “Sometimes you just have to look at someone a little different than how you always looked at them.” It didn’t take a genius to figure out he was talking about him and Bo.
“Or maybe you’re seeing them as who they are, finally. Some people are deep down, exactly who they are on the surface.” And there was nothing wrong with Rafe, he was just a man who preferred to keep his relationships short. And shallow. “No harm in that either.”
“Agree to disagree.”
“I’m glad to hear that,” I told him and popped behind my camera once again. “Very glad.” Another half an hour of photography combined with sixteen minutes of daydreaming about things and people I shouldn’t, and Jase and I had wrapped our photo shoot. “Thanks for being a good sport.”
“Anything for Tulip. But hey, you think I can get a few of those prints? I’ll pay for them.”
I froze and peeked around the camera, happy to capture that smile so filled with love on his face. “Bo is a very lucky girl.”