Page 55 of Whatever Lola Wants

Simon pointed to the stairs leading to the second-floor play rooms. “Upstairs.”

“Ah.” Anna had been so tense lately with the wedding plans, Grant had been muttering about doing something drastic to get her to relax. Looked like he’d finally decided to do it.

“How’ve you been?” Simon asked, and she looked up at him.

He looked ridiculously handsome, as always. His black jeans were snug over lean hips and strong thighs, the white t-shirt showing off the muscles in his torso to great advantage. He must have spent some time outdoors since she’d seen him last; the white of his shirt showed off the deeper tones of his tanned skin perfectly. Her palms all but itched to slide under his clothes to find out where it ended.

Down, girl. She forced a smile. “Good. Busy.”

“I heard you’ve knocked out a lot of wedding stuff this week. Besides the dress.”

Her lips twitched. “Is Grant still bitching about that?”

Simon shook his head. “Nah, he gets it. At least he does now. And he’d rather cut off his own hand than deliberately make Anna unhappy.”

Her smile softened. “I know. They’re great together.”

He gave a little hum of agreement and drained his drink.

She fought back the twinge of envy and forced her smile brighter. “And how are you? How’s the hunt?”

“What hunt?”

“For your perfect submissive,” she said and could’ve cursed herself. Don’t ask what you don’t want to know, Lola.

Simon frowned, studying her face. She didn’t seem to be sniping at him, but genuinely asking. “It’s going fine.”

She turned her head, glancing around the room. “I’m sure there are plenty of women around here who might fit the bill.”

He barely suppressed a wince. He’d been looking. In fact, he’d spend the whole previous weekend and three nights during the week doing just that. He’s played with seven women, every one submissive, service oriented, and happy to follow his every command without question.

He’d never been more bored in his life, and his dick had remained steadfastly uninterested.

Unlike now. Lola’s dress was clinging to her small breasts like a second skin, doing nothing to camouflage her erect nipples, and the tantalizing length of thigh shown off by the abbreviated hem was making it hard to think, and his dick was definitely interested.

He realized she was looking at him expectantly. “I’m sorry, what was that?”

“I asked if you had any candidates picked out.”

“Oh. No, no one in particular,” he told her. “I’m just looking around at this point.”

She nodded.

“How about you?” he asked.

“What about me?”

“You’re jumping right in. Topping Jamie your first night, bottoming to Michael tonight.”

She pursed her lips. “I told you, he hasn’t asked. He just noticed I didn’t have my toy bag with me, and asked if that meant I was up for bottoming.”

“That sounds like him asking to me.”

“No, asking goes like this, ‘I’d like to do a scene with you. Shall we negotiate?’”

He chuckled. “Subtle doesn’t work with you, I take it?”

“Not when it comes to BDSM,” she said. “I don’t mind a certain amount of cat and mouse, but I like to be clear in my scene negotiations.”

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