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“Holy shit,” she gasped, and he chuckled against her breast. He eased the grip of his teeth, laving her nipple gently before he lifted his head to look down at her.
Dazed from the orgasm, limp with pleasure, she blinked up at him with hazy eyes. He was smiling, tenderness and approval and satisfaction in his eyes. “Good girl,” he whispered, and with her heart glowing, her body humming, she let her eyes drift closed.
CHAPTER FIVE
Ginger let herself into her apartment the following Thursday afternoon, sweaty and happy. She’d found a park with a batting cage and had spent three glorious hours swinging her old Louisville Slugger. She tossed her keys in the bowl by the door, then tucked the bat away in the front closet before heading to the bedroom.
She peeled off her clothes, grimacing at the sweat, and tossed them into the hamper as she stepped into the bathroom. She was reaching for the shower taps when the phone rang.
She stepped back into the bedroom where she’d left her cell phone charging, smiling when she saw who was calling. She put the call on speaker and headed back to the bathroom. “Hi, Anna.”
Her friend giggled, a high, girlish sound. “Stop it. I’m on the phone.”
Ginger rolled her eyes and reached in to turn on the shower. “Did you call me so I could listen to you fool around with your husband?”
“Very funny,” Anna said, then whispered, “Stop, she can hear you.”
Grant’s chuckle came through loud and clear. “So? I don’t care if she listens.”
Ginger shook her head and stepped into the spray, propping the phone on the high shelf just outside the shower stall where it wouldn’t get wet. “If you guys are going to do it, put me on video chat. I’ve recently discovered a penchant for voyeurism.”
“Don’t encourage him,” Anna admonished. There was a smack and a squeal, then Grant’s laughter faded. “Okay, he’s gone.”
“Bummer.”
“You’re as bad as he is,” Anna accused.
“It’s all my kinky new friends,” Ginger replied and began to wash. “They’re a bad influence on me.”
“Are you doing anything tonight?”
Ginger adjusted to the lightning change of topic without pause. “I was going to spend some time looking at jobs online, but I’m happy to put it off if you’ve got a better offer.”
“Well, it’s poker night, so Grant and Simon are both going over to Michael’s. I thought you and Lola might want to come over here for a girl’s night.”
“Sold,” Ginger said immediately. “But don’t you play poker with them?”
“They don’t let me anymore,” Anna groused, obviously put out. “I win too much, and their delicate little egos can’t handle it.”
Ginger snickered. “Don’t worry, sweetie, we’ll have more fun without them. What time should I be there, and can I bring anything?”
“About seven, and wine. I’m making braised beef short ribs, so a bottle of red would be perfect.”
“Yum. You got it.”
“Awesome. Simon’s coming to pick up Grant, so you can ride over with him and Lola. I’m sure they’d be happy to give you a ride back later.”
Ginger ducked her head under the spray to get her hair wet. “That works.”
“Okay, I’ll call Lo and tell her you’re coming. See you soon.”
“Bye.”
The call ended, and Ginger dumped shampoo on her head. Her friends had been busy all week—they had jobs, after all—and it would be good to spend some time with them. And if she happened to run into Michael, well, that wouldn’t be a hardship either.
Three hours later, Ginger leaned back in a lounge chair on Anna’s back patio and raised her glass in a toast. “To the chef, and her braised beef short ribs.”
“And to Grant, whose punishment is our gain,” Lola chimed in.
