Page 56 of The Upgrade

“Ouch.” Sympathy fills her eyes. “I’m sorry that happened, but glad you’re taking care ofyounow. You deserve better.”

“She does.” Kit’s hand squeezes my knee. “Eve’s got the kindest heart of anyone I’ve ever met.”

“Thanks.” Something warm pools in my chest. It’s not unlike the feeling I get when Kit tells me I have great tits. Guess I’m more into praise than I thought. “How about you, Sybil? What’s your story?”

“Hmm, let’s see.” She re-crosses her legs and her knee brushes mine. I’m starting to think it’s intentional, and I like it. I like it a lot. “I’ve worked at Crystal Bliss for three years, and my wife is the staff supervisor.” She smiles at the surprise in my eyes. “We fell in love when she came to Crystal Bliss after a failed engagement. Not the first time it’s happened with guests and consorts.”

“Wow.” That idea never crossed my mind. “And she’s cool with…with…”

“Me fucking other women and men?” Sybil laughs. “Definitely. It turns her on, if you really want to know.”

I kinda do. But I don’t want to be nosy, so I ask about hobbies instead. Sybil responds with the same bright cheer she seems to infuse into everything.

“I like surfing, yoga, snow cones, reading juicy memoirs, eating pussy, and learning new languages,” she reports.

I laugh at her casual confidence. “What languages do you speak?”

“English, obviously.” She laughs and touches my arm. This time her hand lingers, fingers teasing the crook of my elbow. “French, German, Spanish, Croatian, and a little Japanese. Oh! And I’m learning Mandarin for an upcoming trip to China.”

“Amazing.” I wait for intimidation to soak in, but there’s nothing. Just a comfortable flow of admiration. Some sparks, too. A lot of them.

I turn to Kit, since he’s being quiet. “How about you, Topher?” I’m not sure if Sybil knows we’re well acquainted. “Tell me something I don’t know about you.”

“Let’s see…” He glances at Sybil, so this is more for her benefit than mine. “I’m an older brother to six sisters, and I’ve lived all over the world. I’ve got a doctorate in cognitive psychology, and my time at Crystal Bliss is as much about research as pleasure.” He throws me a wink I feel in my belly. “I’m double dipping, I suppose.”

Sybil gives a salacious grin. “There’s something we should add to the menu.”

I laugh as my marketing mind kicks into gear. “The Double Dip might be a better name for DVP.”

“Right?” Sybil tilts her head. “Right now, I think they call it Sexy Seesaw, which is soooo cheesy.”

“Fun, though.” Kit takes a sip of his drink. As he sets down the glass, his forearm brushes my breast. A soft gasp slips out of me, but I cover it with a cough.

I’m a bundle of nerves, each one ignited by the slightest touch.

I swear he knows this. Knows the rumble of his voice sets my skin buzzing. “Eve.” His palm slides to my upper thigh. “What’s been the highlight of your stay so far?”

This is it. My chance to signal I’m good with concluding the small talk. That I’m ready to move on to the main event. To put my pleasure first, like I promised Camille I’d do.

“Well, Topher.” I clear my throat. “I guess it’s a tossup between having your tongue in my pussy at the end of a massage or feeling your huge cock railing me on the balcony last night.”

Sybil bursts out laughing. “Oh, God.” She slings an arm around me like we’re old pals. “I knew I liked you.”

“The feeling’s mutual.” I like the feel of her breast on my bicep, the tickle of breath on my neck.

When she drops her arm, I almost whimper. I thought we were getting somewhere.

Then Sybil sits up on her knees. “What do you say, Eve?” She peels off her pretty blue halter top, tossing it off to the side. She’s braless beneath it, and her breasts are perfect round mouthfuls. “Should we get this party started?”

“Um, yes.”God, yes. I’m aching to touch her, to feel Kit’s hand slide higher up my thigh.

Who knew small talk could be such a turn-on?

Sybil’s breasts bob as she shifts close on the couch. I can’t resist reaching for one. My hand shakes a little as I curve a palm over that sweet globe of flesh. She’s so fucking soft, and a gush of heat pools between my thighs. “God, you feel good.”

She moans as my thumb strokes her nipple. “Mind if I touch you?”

“Yes, please.” I sound breathy and not like myself.

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