time. “What do you say? Baptism by fire sound at all appealing?” Flames reflect in his wide hazel eyes, making him more a demon than a deity.
“I say we quit it with the religious references and see where the night goes.”
Both Shane and Chase beam. “Sounds like a plan.” Chase releases my hand, leaning over to pop open a large Tupperware. I spy as he fiddles with a few things before turning back to us. “Dinner.” He hands me a skewer with a small sandwich on the end. “I hope you like pickles. And ham and cheese.” He passes one to Shane, and they both hold their sticks over the fire to roast the sandwiches.
I follow suit. “This is a new way to eat ham and cheese.”
“We do it all the time. Anything we can poke with a stick,” Chase enlightens me lewdly while charring his bread.
I laugh. “Good to know.”
“What else do you want to know?” Shane invites conversation.
I hesitate before asking, but it’s bound to come up, so why prolong it? “What do you do for Ty Winters?”
“Chase is a lawyer. I’m an architect.” Shane answers straightaway.
“Seriously?”
“Yeah, seriously?” Chase interjects. “Shane designed the very condo we live in.”
I glance back at the structure made out of mostly glass. Although I only walked through it briefly, I can’t deny it’s nice. Luxurious even.
“You do nice work.” I reluctantly compliment him. Shane seems to sense my hesitation.
“Thank you.” He accepts my emotionally entangled compliment. My aversion to their employer is going to be a huge hurdle for us. I can see it already. “Go on, fire away. You have us at your disposal.”
I lift the side of my mouth deviously. “You really aren’t going to touch me tonight?” I remove my sandwich from the flame and blow on it provocatively.
“No.” Both Shane and Chase zero in on my mouth as I pick off a piece of melted cheese and suck it off my fingertips.
“Pity . . . mmm, Gruyere.” I’m surprised by the swanky cheese.
“I don’t know what’s turning me on more. Your finger in your mouth, or the fact you knew what kind of cheese that was with one tiny taste.” Chase never removes his attention from my mouth. I smile with my finger still between my lips. “I like to cook. The menu at the Corkscrew is my own creation. All the recipes are mine,” I confess.
“That’s very impressive.” Shane takes my hand. “Because everything we put in our mouth last night was delicious.” He bites the end of my index finger, and I know he’s referring to way more than just food. I chew on my bottom lip as visions of him and Chase cloud my thoughts. Of the way the three of us came together. The way my body ached unlike it ever had before. That same feeling is creeping back. Just being in their presence does inexplicable things. Makes me want to do inexplicable things. To them.
“Stop looking at me like that, Jenn. That’s all you get.” Shane releases my hand.
“Looking at you like what?”
“Like you want a repeat of last night, right here on the beach.”
“Would that be so bad?” I taunt them.
“No,” Chase chimes in. “And it will happen. Just not tonight. But we will have you on this beach and in that water. Sandy, wet, and hoarse from screaming our names.”
I stop myself from whimpering. The image alone has me needing a fresh pair of panties.
“Now what else do you want to know?” Chase presses the conversation forward.
Wanting to avoid coming off desperate and sex-starved, I continue with questions. “How did you two meet?” I sit back in the beach chair and take a small bite of the sandwich. If I can’t devour them, I’ll at least devour my dinner. Food over fucking. That’s a new concept, even for me.
“Ty,” Shane begins.
Of course.
“Chase went to law school with him. He recruited me a few years ago. Wouldn’t take no for an answer. Stubborn bastard. I wasn’t too keen on moving to the East Coast, but I met Chase a few months later, so I
“I say we quit it with the religious references and see where the night goes.”
Both Shane and Chase beam. “Sounds like a plan.” Chase releases my hand, leaning over to pop open a large Tupperware. I spy as he fiddles with a few things before turning back to us. “Dinner.” He hands me a skewer with a small sandwich on the end. “I hope you like pickles. And ham and cheese.” He passes one to Shane, and they both hold their sticks over the fire to roast the sandwiches.
I follow suit. “This is a new way to eat ham and cheese.”
“We do it all the time. Anything we can poke with a stick,” Chase enlightens me lewdly while charring his bread.
I laugh. “Good to know.”
“What else do you want to know?” Shane invites conversation.
I hesitate before asking, but it’s bound to come up, so why prolong it? “What do you do for Ty Winters?”
“Chase is a lawyer. I’m an architect.” Shane answers straightaway.
“Seriously?”
“Yeah, seriously?” Chase interjects. “Shane designed the very condo we live in.”
I glance back at the structure made out of mostly glass. Although I only walked through it briefly, I can’t deny it’s nice. Luxurious even.
“You do nice work.” I reluctantly compliment him. Shane seems to sense my hesitation.
“Thank you.” He accepts my emotionally entangled compliment. My aversion to their employer is going to be a huge hurdle for us. I can see it already. “Go on, fire away. You have us at your disposal.”
I lift the side of my mouth deviously. “You really aren’t going to touch me tonight?” I remove my sandwich from the flame and blow on it provocatively.
“No.” Both Shane and Chase zero in on my mouth as I pick off a piece of melted cheese and suck it off my fingertips.
“Pity . . . mmm, Gruyere.” I’m surprised by the swanky cheese.
“I don’t know what’s turning me on more. Your finger in your mouth, or the fact you knew what kind of cheese that was with one tiny taste.” Chase never removes his attention from my mouth. I smile with my finger still between my lips. “I like to cook. The menu at the Corkscrew is my own creation. All the recipes are mine,” I confess.
“That’s very impressive.” Shane takes my hand. “Because everything we put in our mouth last night was delicious.” He bites the end of my index finger, and I know he’s referring to way more than just food. I chew on my bottom lip as visions of him and Chase cloud my thoughts. Of the way the three of us came together. The way my body ached unlike it ever had before. That same feeling is creeping back. Just being in their presence does inexplicable things. Makes me want to do inexplicable things. To them.
“Stop looking at me like that, Jenn. That’s all you get.” Shane releases my hand.
“Looking at you like what?”
“Like you want a repeat of last night, right here on the beach.”
“Would that be so bad?” I taunt them.
“No,” Chase chimes in. “And it will happen. Just not tonight. But we will have you on this beach and in that water. Sandy, wet, and hoarse from screaming our names.”
I stop myself from whimpering. The image alone has me needing a fresh pair of panties.
“Now what else do you want to know?” Chase presses the conversation forward.
Wanting to avoid coming off desperate and sex-starved, I continue with questions. “How did you two meet?” I sit back in the beach chair and take a small bite of the sandwich. If I can’t devour them, I’ll at least devour my dinner. Food over fucking. That’s a new concept, even for me.
“Ty,” Shane begins.
Of course.
“Chase went to law school with him. He recruited me a few years ago. Wouldn’t take no for an answer. Stubborn bastard. I wasn’t too keen on moving to the East Coast, but I met Chase a few months later, so I
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