Emma’s smile falters for a brief second, but she quickly recovers.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, reaching for the loofah.
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sp; I squirt a blob of body wash on it, and Emma takes it from my hands and starts washing me. “Nothing. What could possibly be wrong? I’ve got two sexy guys who gave me the best orgasm known to man—or woman—earlier, and now they’re going to get dressed up and take me out to dinner.”
“Orgasms,” Grant corrects. “Multiple. As in more than one. You missed a spot,” he says, pointing to my straining cock.
Emma laughs and looks up at him.
“What? Just making sure you don’t miss the most important part.”
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“If you don’t stop touching me, we’re never going to make it to dinner on time.”
I squeeze her tit. “I love touching you.”
Emma laughs. “I know you do. And I like touching you, but you and Ryan are insatiable, and I need sustenance.”
“I’ve got something you can eat.” I reach for the towel wrapped around my hips, and Emma playfully shoves me toward the door.
“Would you get out of here?”
“Fine. But this isn’t over.”
“I hope not.” She laughs and shuts the door in my face before she locks it. I stand there for a second and then go search for Ryan.
He’s in the kitchen, already dressed in slacks and a button-down shirt, scrolling through something on his phone.
“She’s perfect,” I blurt.
Ryan smiles but doesn’t look up from his cell. “I know.”
“She’s it.”
His smile grows. “I know.”
“I love her.”
“Me, too.”
“Would you put your fucking phone away and listen to me,” I say, yanking his mobile out of his hand.
Ryan laughs. “I am listening to you. I feel the same way. She’s perfect for us, and I love her, too. Look at my phone.”
I look at the screen. The internet is pulled up to a jewelry store. There’s a giant diamond ring on the screen.
I look up at Ryan. “Engagement rings?”
“Don’t tell me you haven’t already thought about it.”
“Fuck yes, I’ve thought about it. But she’s not ready for that.”
“I know she’s not, but she’ll get there.”