Page 41 of The Moment We Know

“You taste good,” he whispered when they broke apart.

“I do?”

He nodded. “Nothing tastes better than me on your tongue. Except … maybe you on mine.”

Chapter 16

“She lives!” Jules practically shouted, as she approached the booth where Paige was sitting in their favorite Italian restaurant, Macaroni’s.

“For God’s sake,” Paige groaned, as a few people at nearby tables glanced over.

Jules shrugged out of her jacket and tossed it on the leather bench, before sitting across from Paige. “What?” she asked, adjusting the collar of her red shirt; the color should’ve clashed like crazy with her burnished, copper-colored hair, but it didn’t, probably because she wouldn’t allow it to. “Ever since you and David started seeing each other, I hardly ever get to spend time with you. It sucks.”

“Have you forgotten you’re the one who bugged the shit out of me to start seeing him in the first place? If so, let me remind you.”

“I wasn’t bugging the shit out of you.”

“Are you kidding?” Paige gave her exaggerated, crazy eyes. “Do you want me to show you all the harassing texts you sent me? Or, I can play all the harassing voicemails if you prefer.”

“What’s your point?”

“My point is that since you bugged the shit out of me to see him, you’re not allowed to complain that I’m actually seeing him.”

“I just didn’t think you’d be seeing him for this long,” Jules said, drawing out the last word. “I mean, what’s it been? Like, two months?”

“More like one. But we’ve worked out a schedule for another month, so—”

“So, basically, I won’t be spending any time with you during the next month, as well? Is that what you’re saying?”

With an annoyed sigh, Paige picked up one of the menus on the table, flipping through it without really looking at anything, before setting it down again. “Maybe. Especially since you’re being such a pain in the ass right now.”

“I have every right to be a pain in the ass, especially since I’ve given up a lot of quality time with you so you can engage in sexual activity, and I’ve just found out I’ll be giving up even more quality time with you because you haven’t gotten around to engaging in sexual activity, yet.” She held up a hand. “And no, getting fingered in the bathtub and jerking him off in the shower doesn’t count.”

Paige schooled her features into an innocent mask. “What about oral sex? Does that count?”

“Oral …” Jules tilted her head at that. “Are you asking me because you want to know in the event you and David ever get around to having it, or because you’ve already had oral sex?”

“Because I’ve had it, of course.”

Jules steepled her hands together. “And when was this?”

“Well …” Paige pretended to think hard, before saying, “David went down on me this past Friday, and then …”

“And then … what?”

“And then I gave him a stellar blow job last night,” Paige finished with a grin, her voice rising with pride and satisfaction.

Jules’s eyes widened and for a moment, Paige thought it was in response to what she’d revealed, but that thought died when Jules glanced up and to the left. Feeling slightly uneasy, Paige turned her head to see a waiter standing there, his expression a blend of surprise and amusement as he glanced between the two women, obviously having caught the last part of the conversation.

“Good evening ladies,” he said, wading into the slightly awkward waters.

“Good evening,” Jules answered with a bright smile.

“Good evening,” Paige repeated. She then offered up a smile of her own, and even though it lacked the wattage of Jules’s, Paige hoped it would at least camouflage her embarrassment.

“My name is Anthony, and I’ll be taking care of you tonight,” he continued smoothly. “Can I get you started with something to drink?”

Jules leaned forward. “We’ll both have a glass of red wine, please.”

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