Page 31 of While You Were Spying
Jayden lifts my leg and gently kisses my butterfly tattoo.
The embarrassment that hit a moment ago swings in the other direction—and the heat that was hanging around my upper body rushes to my core. I swallow back a small moan before it can escape.
Shit.And this is all because a guy kissed my ankle?
Not just any guy,my body points out.
I ignore it.
Jayden releases my leg, and I lower it to the floor.
“That was perfect,” Gabrielle tells him. “You’re a natural at this.”
A snorted laugh tumbles from between my lips before I realize it’s there. Too late for me to prevent it.
They both look at me. Gabrielle frowns in confusion.
“You’re right,” I say, tone sweet and cheery. “He is a natural. That’s how he swooned me right off my feet.”
Gabrielle’s frown transforms into a smile. Jayden’s grin is cocky, the irony of my comment not missed on him, considering I’m currently sitting on my ass.
Her attention finally moves from us to the group. “Has everyone completed the exercise?” she asks.
We all nod.
“Now, we’ll switch things up…”
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Gabrielle smilesat each of us, and I almost dread what the next activity will be.
So far, they haven’t been too bad. I wasn’t lying when I said Isabelle’s smile gets me in the mood for sex.
There’s a certain smile that does it for me.
I don’t get to see it too often—which is probably a good thing, given the nature of our friendship. But when I do, it’s cold-shower time for me.
“Ladies and Anthony, you are now going to pretend your husband’s finger is the most decadent ice cream cone you’ve ever tasted, and lick it.”
I can’t vouch for the other men in the room, but my dick stirs to life at the image in my head of Isabelle licking my finger.
Because it’s not my finger that my dick sees starring in this new fantasy.
Fuck.
“But before we proceed, men, wash your hands in that room.” Gabrielle points to the room that the women and Anthony were in earlier.
“I don’t suppose while you’re in there,” Isabelle says, “you can smother your finger with real ice cream.”
I grin at her. “Chocolate ice cream, perhaps?”
She shoves my arm.
“No one will believe you and I are married if you keep that up.”
“Oh, don’t worry. By the time I’m finished, they won’t have any doubts.” She winks at me, and I groan.
