Page 93 of Tease Me

I smiled. Lolita had an incredible body that she worked so hard to maintain. Iactuallyfelt terrible now. “I’m sorry I made you eat that cake.”

She flicked her hand. “It’s okay, I’ll work it off on Cal later. All thistalk about sexhas made me horny.” Her eyes bulged. “Are you going to fuck Billy now?”

I frowned. “I . . . I don’t know. We haven’t got that far yet. We do other stuff.”

“What else haven’t you done with him then?”

I pictured my sexy cowboy, his highly toned muscles, and thoseinterestingmolasses eyes.

“You’re smiling.”

“You know what I’d like to try again? I don’t think I did a good job last time. I’d like to try a sixty-nine.”

“Ahhh, there’s definitely a skill to it.”

“Yeah—avoid choking to death.”

Lolita burst out laughing. “You’re a hoot, babe. Okay, here’s a tip. Both of you lie on your sides.”

I blinked at her as I tried to picture how that would work. “I never thought of that.”

“Or if you sit on his face, then you can lean down, and you manage how much of his cock you take into your mouth. Don’t do it the other way, with him on top, or you’ll need CPR in a few minutes.”

I rolled my eyes. “I know what you mean.”

She glanced at her phone. “Dammit, I’ve gotta go.” She plucked a twenty-dollar bill out and sat the saltshaker on it to stop it from blowing away. “Tell me you’re going to Billy.”

“Yes, yes, I am.” I didn’t even need to think about it.

She hopped up and came around to draw me to her chest. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Thank you.” Though I had no idea what there was to be proud of.

She kissed my cheek. “See you next week.”

“Okay. Bye.”

As she jogged away, my thoughts drifted to Billy.

By the timeI’dleft the café and made it to my room, I was so excited aboutgoing up tohim that my insides purred.

Chapter Twenty-Five

I stripped out of my exercise gear and jumped into the shower. Knowing a man was already waiting for me meant I didn’t need to rush. I shaved my legs, and when I washed my hair, I even did a five-minute conditioning treatment.

By the time I’d toweled off, blow-dried my hair, brushed my teeth, and applied minimal makeup to cover my freckles, it was already ten-thirty a.m.

As I stoodin front of my closet, I realized that for the first time, I’d be going to Billy as me, Jane Nichols. I had no idea what to wear. Billy was stunning, every bit the hunky male that loads of women dreamed of standing alongside.

I tugged one dress after another from the hanging rack and tried to picture what outfit wouldmatch Billy perfectly. I paused at my blue blazer.Lasttime I’d worn it I’d been with Henry. I’d paired the blazer with my striped T-shirt andwore it withjeans.

Jeans for my cowboy seemed perfect.

I tugged the clothing out and held it against my body but decided that wearingexactlythe same outfit for two different men was a little weird. I swapped the striped T-shirt for a plain white one. This time, I’d tuck my jeans into my long red boots and tieit alltogether with a red scarf.

The idea of Billy peeling the denim off me was very enticing. Or maybe he was just as skilled as Henryhad beenand could shoot me to the moon while fully clothed. My insides clenched at the delicious thoughts running through my mind.

For my lingerie, I decided to skip a bra—I wouldn’t need one for long anyway, not with how quickly thethrobwas growing inside me. I’d be lucky to have my clothes on for ten seconds.

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