Page 8 of Going Deep
She pushed him away with a laugh. “Just for that, you can get the plates and the beer.”
“Worth it,” Simon decided and straightened. “Michael, beer?”
“I wouldn’t say no.” At home, Michael took a chair opposite the couch. “You’re looking well, Lola.”
“I am well,” she replied with an amused smile. “And how are you?”
“I’m good,” he replied, taking the beer Simon offered with murmured thanks. “I hope it’s all right, my joining you for dinner. Simon wouldn’t take no."
“It’s fine,” Lola assured him.
“He was wandering the streets, faint with hunger,” Simon said from the kitchen where he was plating pizza. “Oliver Twist in designer jeans.”
Michael choked on his beer. “I just said I’d been in meetings all day and skipped lunch.”
“That’s what I said.”
“You’re such a humanitarian, Simon,” Lola drawled. “Actually, I’m glad you’re here. I have the needle demo proposal ready, if you want to look it over.”
Simon handed Michael a plate with two slices of pizza. “Told you.”
Michael inhaled the scent wafting up from the plate, the spice of red sauce, the tang of sausages and peppers, and thankfully no anchovies. “I’m happy to take a look at it.”
“Great.” Lola took her plate from Simon, thanking him with a kiss. “There was something else I wanted to talk to you about, too.”
Michael grunted around his first bite, gesturing with his free hand for her to continue.
“Ginger wants to visit Odyssey,” she said and bit into her pizza.
Michael paused for a moment, then continued chewing while he rolled that thought around. When he’d swallowed, and was sure he could speak casually, he asked, “As an observer or a participant?”
“Both.” Lola picked an anchovy off her slice and popped it into her mouth with obvious relish. “She’s not sure what she wants exactly, but she wants to play, and I’d guess sooner rather than later.”
“Really?” Beside Lola on the couch, Simon was frowning.
“That surprises you?” Lola asked.
“Yeah. I didn’t think she was kinky.”
Lola’s expression was amused. “She didn’t either. Until she saw me all tied up and giving you a blowjob. Apparently, that moment was her personal kink awakening.”
Simon’s expression went from confused to pained to annoyed in a blink. “You’d think someone having a personal awakening wouldn’t be so quick to get her stun gun.”
“She thought I was being assaulted,” Lola soothed.
“I know, but that shit hurt,” Simon muttered and glared at a laughing Michael. “You can shut up anytime.”
Unbothered, Michael spoke through his snickers. “You’ve got to admit, it was a gutsy move.”
“Let’s stun gun you mid-blowjob and see how you feel about it.”
“Pass,” Michael said, grinning.
Lola gave Simon a consoling pat on the knee before picking up her plate again. “Back to Ginger. She’s been thinking about this for a while, and she’s ready to explore. She asked if she could come with us to Odyssey sometime.”
Though he would’ve liked to poke at Simon a bit more about the Great Blowjob Stun Gun Incident—really, that never got old—Michael shifted gears. “I have no problem with you bringing her as a guest, but she’d have to fill out the paperwork before being allowed to play.”
“I gave her the checklist.”
