Page 9 of Gin and Lava

Naomi drops into the chair next to me, still wearing that mischievous smile. And because I’m wired completely wrong, my cock is sure that smile is a precursor to her leaning in and saying,I need to suck you off, right now.

Nope. Be cool, brain. That’s not what’s happening.

Cock, you too. I hate to tell you to chill out when you’re this close to a beautiful woman, butchill the fuck out!

“Are you blushing, Mason?” Naomi asks, that smile making her high cheekbones look even more Viking goddess sharp.

“Fuck!” I hiss. “What did Nanna Reese say to you?”

Naomi tilts her head to the side with a smug look on her face, inspecting me with those shining blue eyes like she was just told a secret.

I groan. “Tear off the Band-Aid, and make it quick.”

“Not a chance,” Naomi says, shaking her head. “It will be way too much fun to mess with you instead.”

“Well, it can’t be worse than any perverted thing I’d actually say to you in real life,” I offer, defensively.

“Are you sure about that?” she teases.

My stomach drops. “Not anymore!” I squirm in my seat.

Nanna Reese laughed at all my jokes because she understands my sense of humor, which means she could’ve totally gone rogue. When I say something crass, I know that it’s bullshit. But when Nanna says it—it could be anything.

Or, mean anything.

“You know,” Naomi says, leaning in and bumping her shoulder against mine.

Cock—get a grip! That isnota precursor. Naomiis notabout to bend down and follow that flirty shoulder bump with sucking you off. Calm down!

“You’re kinda cute when you blush,” Naomi teases.

“Am I?” I toss back, too defensively. “Does that make you want to sit on my face?”

Naomi laughs, pulling her shoulder away, but when she glances back in my direction her blue eyes flick to my mouth, and for half a second I swear Naomi Tate actually considers what it might be like to straddle my face.

Fuck.

I really have had too much to drink.

I gulp down several mouthfuls of water before starting to deflect. “You really ought to tell me what Nanna Reese said. Especially, before you start imagining me naked and eating you out.”

“You wouldn’t have to be naked to do that,” Naomi counters.

“Fuck, Naomi!” I shift uncomfortably. “I’m going to get hard if you keep saying things like that to me.”

“This game isn’t quite as much fun whenI’mthe one teasing you, now is it?” she points out.

“Keep talking dirty, and thisgameis going to turn into something else altogether.”

“Yes,” she nods, leaning back and looking through the terrace of wedding guests. “As Nanna Reese suggested.”

I watch her carefully, waiting for her to give me more to work with. But she doesn’t say anything. “Did she suggest I fuck you right here on the Flambé terrace with everyone watching?” I ask.

“I actually think you’re too sweet for that,” she says.

“Dammit, Tate,” I chide. “That’s the third time you’ve called me sweet in one night. Either you’re flirting with me, or you’re just being mean.”

“I’m probably just being mean.”

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