"Oh, okay."
He waved over the waitress and ordered a cup of coffee and a slice of pie for both of us. She brought his coffee, then disappeared to get the pie.
He was silent for a moment as he sipped.
"I wonder what Cami is ordering," he mused. "I know I'm certainly looking forward to finding out." He waggled his eyebrows.
I couldn't help but laugh. "Me too. I'm looking forward to seeing what Becca has bought."
“What do you think brought this on?" he said.
"I have no idea." I shrugged. "But whatever it is, I'm thrilled."
"You and me both." He chuckled. "You and me both."
We were quiet as we ate our pie, both of us wearing matching grins. We had just finished eating when his phone buzzed with an incoming message.
"It's Cami. She's ready for me to pick her up." He stood with a grin. "Wish me luck."
I offered him a fist bump with a laugh. "Somehow, from the little I saw tonight, you don't need luck. Just enjoy."
"Oh, I will," he said. "I might be late tomorrow."
"Me too."
He laughed. "Maybe we'll have to shut down the whole office."
I chuckled as he hurried away, imagining Bentley's reaction to the office being shut down because the majority of his employees were in a sex-induced stupor. He wouldn't be impressed. Except Emmy had been there tonight as well, so maybe he'd be late himself.
Or absent.
About ten minutes later, my phone chimed with a message from Becca.
Becca: Baby, come home now, okay? I'm waiting and I have a surprise.
I threw some money on the table, then stood so fast, I almost fell over while responding as I hurried toward the condo.
Reid: On my way, BB. Hold tight.
Then I added,
Reid: I like surprises.
Her response made my feet move faster.
Becca: You're going to love this one.
I swallowed. I had a feeling she was right.
The condo was quiet when I let myself back in. I tried not to laugh at the quantity of empty wine bottles on the counter-the number had grown a lot. I had a feeling Cami wasn't the only woman who needed a ride home earlier-I was sure Aiden had dropped a few of them off.
I hurried down the hall and walked into the bedroom. Becca was leaning against her dancing pole, one leg wrapped around the metal, her hair fallen over her shoulder and wearing the pink baby doll I had seen earlier. Her breasts filled the cups, the fabric sheer enough I could see her hardened nipples. The hem ended right at her hips, the diaphanous fabric not hiding the fact she was bare for me.
"Hey, handsome," she purred, arching her back. "I got you a little something-something I thought you'd like."
I grabbed the doorframe, my cock already pressing against the material of my pants.
"Jesus, Becca."
"You want a dance?"
I shook my head, yanking my shirt over my head. "No. I want you."
She grinned, her blue eyes darkening with desire. "Where do you want to have me?"
"On our bed." I stepped closer, tracing the lace on the lingerie. "Right now."
Her gaze flitted to the side, and I followed the path. On the bed was a small bullet. And beside the bed, a bag of other items.
Full.
I met her smile. "Sandy told you I was here?"
"Yeah. Your credit card got a workout."
Without giving her a chance to move, I wrapped her into my arms, kissing her hard. "Good. Your turn for a workout."
"This first," she informed me, handing me a small tube. "I think you're going to like this."
I read the name on the small tube. "Enhancement cream," I murmured.
"I tried a little earlier," she whispered. "It's intense. I've been desperate for your cock ever since -even after it wore off. I wanted to try it on you."
I arched my eyebrow. "Oh, yeah?"
She nodded. "You need to be naked."
I was out of my clothes fast, freeing my erection that was aching with need for her. With a smile, she fell to her knees, kissing the crown and licking my shaft. I moaned at the sensation of her mouth on me.
She backed away and rubbed some of the cream onto the head of my cock and down the length. The reactions from it were instant.
Small tingles, like hundreds of sensuous tongues gliding over my erection, made me groan low in my throat, and my cock twitched in pleasure. The sensation was like nothing I had ever experienced. It was second only to her mouth on me. My need for Becca suddenly became frantic.
I bent, lifting her into my arms and kissing her until she was breathless. I deposited her onto the bed and met her lust-filled eyes.
"On your knees again, Becca."
She was a vision. Her lips swollen from mine, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes filled with longing. With a smile, she turned over, displaying her ass for me.
"Like this, Reid?"
I ran my hands over her cheeks, playfully tapping them. "Just like that, Mrs. Matthews."
I leaned over her, trailing my lips over her exposed skin. "We're going to have a little fun now."
She peeked over her shoulder. "I was hoping we would."
I slid my fingers against her, adding a little of the cream to her clit. It was already a hard pebble under my touch, and she gasped as I played with her, lifting her ass higher. She was slick and ready for me, but I wanted her to come before I was inside her. I loved watching her come. Listening to her noises. Knowing it was me who made her feel that way-who made her cry out and writhe, wanting, needing more. Needing me.
I teased and stroked her, keeping my touch light enough to make her gasp and shiver but not let her find her release. I wanted her desperate. Spying another small tube of lube on the bed, I grabbed it and drizzled a little over her ass, rubbing it into the puckered hole. We had been experimenting, and to my delight, I found her very responsive to a little ass play. The lube was silky, and I eased my finger into her, listening to her sounds of pleasure.
"Oh, God, Reid. Yes."
With my finger inside her, I picked up the bullet, studying it. I slid it against her and flicked the switch.
"Fuck," she cried out, sensitive and yearning. "Reid, please, baby, please!"
"You want more, Becca?" I asked, withdrawing and kneeling behind her, ready to give her what she wanted. What we both wanted.
"Yes," she begged. "More."
I turned up the bullet. She gasped, arching her back, lifting her ass and spreading her legs wider. She grasped the comforter in her hands, twisting the material.
"Reid..." she whimpered, her orgasm washing over her.
I sank into her, feeling the tight muscles clamp down on me. I slid one arm around her waist, keeping her anchored to me while the other hand held the bullet against her. I set a fast pace, driving her toward another release. The combination of my cock in her pussy and the bullet on her clit hit her hard, and she spasmed under me, screaming into the comforter, milking my cock, taking everything I had as I emptied myself inside her.
I barely managed to roll from her. I pulled her to my chest, blindly reaching until I found the bullet switch and shut it off. Tucking her close, I pressed a kiss to her head.