“Let’s clean this up,” I said. “By morning this will be an ant factory.”
Two hours later, we had the kitchen scrubbed clean, and the wine bottle was empty.
“Hey, handsome,” I said to Diesel. “Let’s go to bed.”
Diesel grinned over at me. “You drank almost that whole bottle of wine.”
“I did. And it was yummy.”
“You might be a little snockered.”
“Not me,” I said. “I can hold my liquor.”
I sidled up to him, nuzzled his neck, and kissed him just below his ear.
“You smell delicious,” I said. “I could eat you up…all over, if you know what I mean.”
The grin widened. “My lucky day.”
I slipped my hand under his T-shirt and ran my fingers over his perfectly defined abs. “Mmmmm,” I said, dipping my hand inside his jeans. I heard him give a sharp intake of air, and I continued to explore uncharted territory.
“Am I doing okay?” I asked. “What I lack in experience I make up for in enthusiasm.”
“Had me fooled. It feels to me like you know what you’re doing.”
“I like these soft round things.”
“Yeah, I can tell. Listen, maybe we should go a little slower.”
I wrapped my hand around his joystick. “Going to warp speed, Captain. Brace yourself. We’re in launch mode.”
“Eeep!” Carl said.
“Oh crap,” I said. “The monkey is watching.”
“Ignore the monkey.”
“I can’t ignore the monkey. I feel like a porn star.”
“Is that good or bad?”
“It’s bad.”
Carl was sitting back on his haunches, three feet away, his eyes wide, taking it all in.
“Maybe we should do this some other time,” I said to Diesel.
“Honey, you’ve got me in launch mode.”
“Yeah, but you can ab
ort the mission, right?”
Diesel grabbed Carl and locked him in the broom closet. He returned to me, pulled me close, and kissed me. His hand was under my shirt, his thumb traced a path across my nipple, and his tongue touched mine.
Bang, bang, bang! Carl didn’t want to be locked in the broom closet.
“I can’t concentrate with all that banging,” I said to Diesel.