Page 82 of Time to Bounce

That. Fucking. Dress.

I’d never seen anything so sexy in my life.

If you didn’t study it closely, it looked pretty tame. But the closer you inspected, the more the detail of the lace popped, and allowed you to see that the lace, and only the lace, was covering all the vitals.

There was a bit more lace in the areas where you’d be looking harder, but still, if she moved just right, I could make out the dusky brown of the edge of her areola.

But that was only if she moved just right, and I was staring hard.

Which, admittedly, I was doing.

Staring.

Hard.

Definitely hard.

“Would you stop staring,” Athena laughed as she opened her menu.

I don’t know why I took her out to eat.

I should’ve taken her home to fuck her in my bed.

I should’ve marched her right back into her home and fucked her there before leaving.

I should have…

“If you don’t stop looking at me like that, you’re going to have to fix a problem very soon,” she grumbled.

When we’d gotten here, I’d made her sit on my side of the booth, with me blocking her from the rest of the room.

Not that anyone was really paying attention, per se.

There was a live band tonight at one of my favorite burger joints, and the last thing they cared about was me or Athena.

Apparently, the band was pretty popular.

I could give no less of a shit about the band, the burger we were about to order, or the drink I was going to consume.

All I kept thinking about was getting Athena home, into my bed, and doing dirty, dirty things to her.

“Why is this place so…” She frowned. “Old looking?”

“The owner is a friend of my dad’s,” I said.

“That’s why you got in here when there was a band playing that everyone in the Dallas Metroplex wanted to see?” she questioned.

“Yes,” I winked. “But back to the place looking old, Barney doesn’t like modern conveniences. He has no cameras, no TVs, no nothin’. He told me once that the reason he wants it bare bones like this is because he wants people to come here and actually enjoy who they’re with. He doesn’t like seeing couples on their phones. Look at the bottom righthand corner of your menu.”

She did, and her mouth fell open. “A fifty-dollar charge to anyone who uses their phone while they’re here?”

“Yep,” I confirmed. “He’s serious about it. He wants everyone to enjoy their life and get their noses out of their phone. He thinks we’ve become too dependent on them, and that we forgot how to experience life without the constant feedback from a device.”

“I tend to agree with him,” Athena admitted. “Life seemed simpler when I was younger. People didn’t expect to have access to you twenty-four-seven.”

“Your mother?” I guessed.

She wrinkled up her nose. “I ripped down every camera wire in the house, and some that weren’t camera wires.”

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