“It makes me a very happy man that you’d prance around in this bra and panties waiting for me to arrive, but promise me you’ll lock the door. If anything ever happened to you, it would kill me.”
“I have a spare key in the kitchen,” I explain as my answer.
He seems to like the reply because his mouth comes back to mine right as his hand skims down my torso and straight into my panties.
“How much time do we have?” he whispers against my lips.
“Not a lot.” I moan when he slips a finger inside and uses his thumb to flick the sensitive skin.
“Watching you in action at these things always brings out the inner possessiveness in me. I’m not leaving here without the taste of your pussy on my tongue.”
He kisses me lightly then starts his descent down my body, teasing me with his fingers, lips, and tongue until he reaches the edge of the silky satin adorned with bows on both my hipbones. His eyes raise to mine with an appreciative glow.
“It’s like unwrapping a present.” He grins, licking down the center of the material.
“Your present,” is the last coherent thing I say.
•8•8•
“Here are your phones back.” The trivia moderator hands us a large Ziploc that contains all our cell phones. “Congratulations… again.”
Enrique flashes her his famous dazzling smile and winks, before she blushes and scurries away.
“Stop, we have an agreement.” Jenny wiggles her finger at him in warning. “No seducing her.”
“No problem, Doctor. I was just being polite.” He wiggles his eyebrows to her then turns his attention to Lawson. “Thanks to you, we go down with another victory. You saved our asses.”
“Not a problem, glad I could help. We are a big sports family. My brother and I could recite every Super Bowl winner and MVP.” Lawson grabs two beers out of the ice bucket, unaffected by the five sets of eyes bearing into him.
“Sweetie, I think he was referring to the Gothic Revival of Victorian Architecture,” I say softly in his ear.
He hands me a beer and glances around the table, his lips quirking in a cocky grin. “You’ve discovered my secret. I have a geek streak, too. I studied architecture in college. It stuck with me.”
“Oh my God, you two are perfect for each other. Greer loves that shit.” Jenny gets her own drink and continues. “Next time there’s a new build in the city or a house going up in the Hamptons, I’m volunteering you to go with her to inspect it.”
“It will be my pleasure.”
“What happened to you tonight, Little G? You froze.” Enrique looks at me pointedly.
I don’t dare tell him my mind was preoccupied with the conversation Lawson and I had earlier. Or that Lawson jumbled my head with two orgasms before leaving my place. Knowing Enrique, he’d put a ban on sex before each tournament and find a way to enforce the new rule. Instead, I defend my one victory of the night. “I think I did excellent since the 1975 Oscars were practically swept by The Godfather II. Remembering best actress was a challenge.”
“I agree, she did fine.” Jonas tips his beer in my direction.
Lawson drapes his arm back around my shoulder, tugs me close, and lowers his mouth to my ear. “Sexy as hell watching you concentrate. The entire time, I was licking my lips, tasting you all over again.”
A thrill travels down my spine, sending a shudder throughout my body. I nuzzle into his neck and place a few kisses along his jawline. “I was sitting here thinking it’s equally as sexy that you love architecture. Tonight, maybe we should test your knowledge with our own private trivia game. Winner chooses prize.”
“I already have my prize, but get ready, because when I beat you, it’ll be a weekend of nothing but nakedness and servitude.”
“Bring it on,” I whisper.
His arm tightens, and he slides a hand under my thighs to lift me onto his lap. No one at the booth seems fazed by the intimacy.
“So, Lawson, you still think we’re all a bunch of lab rats?” Jonas asks with a smirk.
“I’ll amend my assessment to say you’re all a crew of highly intelligent lab rats,” Lawson responds.
“I’m not a lab rat. I work in IT,” Bessie corrects him.