Page 31 of Whatever Lola Wants

Grant chuckled as Anna looked at her quizzically. “Are you okay?”

“Sure.” She managed a smile. “Champagne is making me sleepy.”

“Maybe you should spend the night here,” Anna suggested.

Lola laughed, shaking her head. “Oh, no. You guys are going to have makeup sex, and I’m horny enough without having to listen to that.”

Grant let out a chuckle. “After effects of Friday night?”

Lola’s eyes sparkled with amusement, and she was careful to look only at Grant. “Yeah. I’d forgotten how much of a buzz I get from topping. I crashed hard when I got home, but…”

“Yeah, I get it.” Grant grinned. “Great scene, by the way.”

Lola blinked in surprise. “You watched?”

“For a few minutes,” he said, wrapping an arm around Anna’s shoulders. “Anna started turning green pretty quickly, so we only got to see the beginning. You look like you know what you’re doing.”

“It was fun,” she said and wiggled in her chair. The alcohol was only making the horniness worse—everything was starting to tingle.

“You missed the best part,” Simon commented, and Lola finally looked at him.

His eyes met hers with a jolt, and she realized she’d avoided looking at him most of the night because she’d known this would happen. Suddenly, she was right back in the medical play room, looking up at him in the dim light of the gallery, heat and desire blooming when she realized he’d watched. And wanted.

“You stayed for the end?” Grant asked.

Simon nodded, his eyes still on Lola. Intense, heated. Filled with so much lust she was surprised the air between them didn’t burst into flames. “Jamie seemed to have a good time. And it sure looked hot.”

“I didn’t know you were interested in needle play,” Lola said, her voice showing only the mildest of interest while her heartbeat thundered in her ears.

“I’m not,” was all he said. And kept looking at her.

They stared at each other until Anna’s voice broke them apart. “So what happened in the rest of the scene?”

Lola looked away first, smiling at Anna. “Are you sure you want to know?”

Anna shrugged, looking uncomfortable. “Well, I don’t want to hear you describe the…things going…in.” A visible shudder ran through her, and Lola suppressed a chuckle. “But I guess I just don’t understand what else you’d do. Once the things are in.”

“Oh, there’s a lot you can do once the things are in.” Lola grinned. “Probably you don’t want to hear some of them.”

“Probably not,” Anna agreed.

“But in the most general of terms, what I did was apply pressure. To the things.”

“Pressure?” Anna’s eyes were huge. “How?”

Lola waggled her fingers. “With these.”

“But…you aren’t supposed to stick yourself with the things.”

Lola snorted. “I didn’t. I applied pressure to the area of the body that was over the thing.”

“Oh. Oh!” Anna gulped, and her eyes got even bigger. “Doesn’t that hurt?”

“Yes,” Lola said with such relish that both Simon and Grant laughed.

“She did that yoga move,” Simon put in.

“Yoga move?” Anna asked with a frown. She practiced yoga as well, often attending class with Lola when their schedules meshed.

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