Page 52 of Reason to Believe (White Lace 2)

“Well…” She sat back in the armchair, one fingernail clinking on her original glass of wine. “One guy wanted to watch me clean while he masturbated. Oh…” She got very animated and grinned, sitting forward in the chair. “And another guy wanted me to read him a bedtime story before we did it.”

As the evening progressed, we laughed and joked about our sexual encounters and when we’d sufficiently polished off the bottle of vodka, Max carried Everly upstairs, whispering softly into her ear.

“So…now what?” Grace eyed me from the couch, a naughty glimmer in her eye.

We were at the point again where we either went our separate ways or we had sex. I knew which side of the fence I was on, but I wouldn’t push Grace into doing anything she didn’t want to do.

A knowing smile spread across her face and I was intrigued at what dirty thoughts might be going through her mind at this moment.

She stood and made her way around the coffee table and stopped, her knees hitting my leg. Holding out her hand, she said, “Come with me if you want to live.”

I barked out a laugh at her Arnold Schwarzenegger reference. “That’s one of my favorites.”

She shrugged. “I might have Googled it.”

It was small, but making an effort to learn movie quotes was probably the nicest thing a w

oman had ever done for me. Once again, she’d taken an interest. And once again, I was in deep danger of losing myself to her charms.

She wiggled her fingers at me, urging me to take her offer.

And I did.

She guided me up the stairs, both of her palms spread across my back as she pushed me to the second floor.

“Won’t they hear us?” I whispered over my shoulder.

Everly had been ridiculously drunk and was probably already passed out by now. And Max, well I knew he didn’t care what I did or didn’t do with Grace, even if it was under his roof.

“What do you think is behind that door, and why does it have a lock on it?” Grace said as we passed the spare room. She sidled up to the door and put her ear to the wood.

“It’s a home theater.”

Max had spent weeks trying to find the right electronics and furniture for the room. I had helped of course.

She pouted. “Really? I thought it would be a sex room.”

I laughed. “A sex room?”

“Well, yeah. You didn’t have the pleasure of listening to those two when they…” She stuck her index finger through a hole she made with her other hand.

“You think just because Max worked in porn he’s a sex freak?”

“Well, you’re a sex freak, so…yeah.” She giggled.

I knew she was joking, or at least I wanted to believe she was joking. But I already knew that’s what people thought of me. And just like with everything else that hurt me, I turned it into a joke.

I crowded her against the door and pulled her to me. “You haven’t seen anything yet, woman.” She shivered in my arms. I loved that my words had such an effect on her. That everything I did was enough to get her libido revved up.

“Then why don’t you show me?” She shimmied out of my embrace, making her way to the spare bedroom. With a crook of her finger, she said, “I’ve got a bag of sex toys in there that says you’re not as freaky as you let on.”

“Is that a challenge?” I could get freaky with the best of them. She knew that. So why was she baiting me?

Unless she wanted it.

“I think it’s a fact.” She grabbed my shirt and pulled me closer. “There’s about eight dildos and six vibrators, along with some costumes. I expect you to use every single one of them.”

“What the hell are you doing with so many sex toys?”

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