Page 16 of Mafia Toy

Sage: Not that you asked or anything, ha-ha.

I tapped the message bar to respond and typed out two long messages, telling her not to apologize, but then deleted them. I didn’t know the first thing to say to her, especially over the phone and not when I didn’t have a buzz.

Before I could say anything, an image popped up on the screen. Sage sat in front of a floor-length mirror, dressed in nothing but an oversize T-shirt that I could see right up through the reflection, her hair shielding her face.

Heat rushed to my core, and I pressed my thighs together as discreetly as I could. All I wanted to do was run my tongue across every one of her curves, between her pussy lips, and eat her tight little cunt until it was crying on me again.

“Who are you texting?” Bethany asked, sliding her phone back into her purse.

Quickly, I turned off my phone and shoved it into my purse too. I didn’t want her to know yet. We had only spent one night with Sage, and I didn’t want things to get weird between Bethany and me when she found out I was into women too.

“Just messaging Constantino.”

“He’s so needy, isn’t he?” she said playfully.

I laughed, though it wasn’t really funny to me, and finished getting my pedicure with her before she dragged me off to lunch down in the city, like we did almost every day.

After lunch at Mastro’s Steakhouse—Bethany’s favorite lunch spot—we strolled a couple of blocks down the crowded walkways toward her parked car, my bodyguard following us. I wanted to stuff my leftovers there before we continued to wherever she had planned for us next.

Once we reached the car, I glanced across the street at The Museum of Modern Art and smiled softly, tugging on Bethany’s sleeve. “Do you want to do something spontaneous?” I asked, excitement bubbling in my stomach. The MoMA had a couple of new pieces that I wanted to check out.

Bethany swiped some lip gloss across her pink lips. “You know I’m always down.”

“Want to check out a couple of pieces of art in the museum?”

When Bethany glanced over to the building, she frowned. “Oh, um …” She looked down at her phone. “I actually forgot that I booked us a massage at three. We won’t have time to get through that line and stroll through the entire place. Sorry, Laila.”

My smile dropped, but I quickly shook my head. “No, no. It’s okay. We can go some other time.”

“Yeah, definitely. I’d love to go with you.” She took my hand and pushed me into the passenger seat. “Come on. We’ll be late.” She slipped into the driver’s seat, backed out of the parking spot, and drove into traffic.

As we passed the museum, I stared at the doors with a sinking feeling in my stomach.

Bethany just overbooked us for today, I reassured myself.We’ll go some other time when I plan a day for us and the girls.

“Maybe Monday?” I suggested.

“Monday for what?”

“For the museum.”

Bethany chewed on the inside of her cheek. “My brother will be in town.”

“Oh, uh, no worries. You guys are talking again?” I asked.

“Yes.”

Not wanting to push it because Bethany didn’t like her brother, I pursed my lips and pulled my phone from my pocket. NYC traffic was no joke, and I didn’t really have anything else to talk to Bethany about. I had exhausted all my talking points at the spa.

Tilting my phone away from her, I leaned my head on the window and gazed down at Sage’s messages. She’d sent another picture, this time dressed in absolutely nothing but a pair of gold hoop earrings.

Sage: I hope this one is a bit better. xx

Wetness pooled between my thighs, my nipples aching. I wanted to tug on them to relieve a little stress, but Bethany was too close, too observant. I swallowed hard and ground my knees together.

When I got home tonight, I’d have her all to myself.

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