Page 175 of Foreplay on Words

“But we could always go to a sex shop anyway. Just for research purposes, of course,” I suggested.

She smiled up at me and cupped the back of my neck, pulling my face toward hers. “That’s what we have Talia for. She’s like a sex toy guru.”

“Amen.” Kristine agreed as she poked her face in between the seats. “Girl knows her shit. I won’t buy anything she hasn’t tested.”

“Do tell,” Sam laughed as he pulled her back and tucked her back into his side.

“Well, you already know about the one...” she whispered, but we heard her anyway.

Oh, really? Maybe they’d done more than we thought.

“Maybe it was a draw after all,” Chase laughed. “Did you finish what you were working on?”

“I did,” I nodded but didn’t give her any additional information.

“Still not going to tell me?”

“I will.” I shrugged.

“Just not right now...” she sighed.

“Nope, but soon,” I promised.

When we got to the hotel, Chase and I grabbed a quick bite to eat before we went to our room. Luckily, we didn’t have to go to anything tonight. We were all too tired. It’d been a long few weeks.

“Do you want to stay in tonight?” I asked her as I looked around our spacious suite. The perks of being the talent.

“You complaining?” Chase asked.

I shook my head and laughed at her unamused look at the thought of going out into the city. “No, only trying to stay on the same page.”

“My page will include that big bed and my pajamas.” She nodded toward the large king bed framed by windows that looked out at the urban landscape.

“It could include that big bed and no pajamas,” I told her suggestively. I would fully be on board with that option. I always felt invigorated after I’d gotten some solid work done. The flight out here had been more productive than I’d anticipated.

“Hmmm, that sounds promising.” Chase dropped her carry-on bag beside the bed and wheeled her suitcase to the closet. “What else might this plan without clothes include?”

“It might involve a mandatory nudity policy for all participants and a full body massage,” I shrugged.

“Massage for who?” she asked as she tilted her head, giving me an appraising look.

“The first person who can get naked.”

I didn’t intend to win, so I took my time unbuttoning my shirt as Chase peeled off her sweats and threw them at me. I slipped my pants down my legs as she pulled off her last remaining piece of clothing, her panties, and threw them at my face.

“Someone really wants to win,” I laughed as she climbed onto the bed and spread herself face down on the comforter.

“Get the hell up here, loser, and rub me,” she laughed as she hooked a finger in my direction and then pointed at my crotch. “But lose the shorts first.”

“Yes, ma’am.” My briefs hit the floor with the rest of our clothes, and I climbed up on the bed, kneeling next to Chase’s lower back.

I gently ran a finger down the back of her neck, tracing her spine all the way down. She shifted against the sheets as I lightly ran it back and forth across her lower back.

“You said you would massage me, not tickle me.” She continued to squirm against the comforter at my barely-there touches.

“Don’t be hating on my appreciation of your lovely curves,” I scolded her, and she turned to look at me.

“My lovely curves are sore, start rubbing, dude,” she mumbled as her loose hair spread around her. She’d taken out her messy bun after she’d stripped down.

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