Page 110 of Dirty Pucker

Excitement flickers inside of me. I lean down and pretend to look at something on the menu. And then I lower my mouth to her ear. “Does that turn you on, sweetheart? To know that the only thing I’m craving right now is your pussy?”

A soft moan slips from her lips, but she quickly covers it up with a cough. She sips her glass of champagne, then glances at me. She nods.

“How much does it turn you on?” I whisper.

Her eyelids flutter and she swallows. I watch the movement along her soft, delicate throat.

“A lot,” she whispers back. She looks at me and runs her candy-pink tongue along her lush bottom lip. She raises her hand to brush something on my shoulder and brings her mouth to my ear. “My thong is drenched.”

A low sound rips from my throat. The entire table turns to me.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Ingrid stifle a laugh as she pretends to study the menu.

“You okay?” Xander asks me.

“Yup. All good. Just really hungry.”

I down more water. The server comes by and takes our dinner order. While we wait for our food, everyone chats and laughs. The whole time, I’m half-hard thinking about Ingrid’s soaking wet thong.

Dinner arrives and I eat, despite the ache in my pants. I catch Ingrid glancing down at my lap, chuckling to herself.

She glances across the table at Dakota, who’s tapping away on her phone. “Are you texting your new guy?”

Theo and Xander whistle. Dakota rolls her eyes.

She looks at Ingrid. “Maybe.”

“Tell us about him,” Xander says.

Dakota hesitates for a second. “His name is Jake. He’s a gym teacher at the school where I work. He played baseball in college. He’s a musician, too. Oh, and he used to live in Seattle.” She smiles at Sam. “How cool, right? You two are from the same city.”

“Yeah, crazy.” Sam’s smile looks forced for some reason.

“What instrument does he play?” Blomdahl asks.

“Guitar. And piano.”

“When we get back to Denver, you should bring him out so we can all meet him,” Sophie says. “We could do karaoke and he can wow us with his musical skills.”

“That sounds fun.” She looks at me. “As long as you promise not to act like a psycho big brother and read him the riot act.”

I hold up my hands and frown. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Everyone laughs. Except Sam. He’s frowning at his filet mignon. He looks annoyed.

He’s sitting in the chair next to me. I turn to him. “You okay?”

He glances up at me and blinks, like I caught him off guard. “Yeah. Steak’s just a little rare.”

I look down at his perfectly cooked medium-rare steak. I frown, wondering what his deal is.

We finish our food. As the server clears our empty plates, Ingrid leans closer to me. She slides her hand on my lap. Just feeling her hand on my thigh is enough to make my dick pulse.

I let out a slow, quiet breath and glance around the table. No one notices us. Good.

She glides her hand higher in my lap until her fingers softly brush the outline of my half-hard dick in my pants.

“I’m in the mood for dessert. How about you?”

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