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“You’re not calling another man to help you, baby. You got that?”

“Chris is not a man! He’s my brother.”

Chris pretends to be offended while everyone else laughs.

“Wrong, sister. Chris is the most perfect piece of man candy.” Tash looks at Chris’ body with longing while I gag.

“You three are so dramatic,” is the only response I can come up with.

“Any other flaws I need to know?” Jake asks as he shuts the door. I roll down the window, so I can hear Tash and Chris’ response.

“Yes! She can never decide what to order in a restaurant. She thinks everything sounds good.”

“I’m so happy to know I annoy you so much, Tash”

“Good to know.” Jake turns back to me. “Any place in particular you want to go tonight?”

“Cheesecake Factory?” I ask.

He sticks his head through the window and kisses my lips.

“Whatever my princess wants.”

CHAPTER 24

JAKE

“The Jamaican Black Pepper Shrimp sounds good. Oh! So does the Carne Asada Steak.” That’s the sixth item she mentions as an entrée, not to mention the three appetizers she’s still considering.

The waiter has come by four times to take our order, and each time, she asks for a few more minutes. I could sit here and watch her cute face read the menu all night, but she’s sitting across from me in a tight fitted corset style top and giving me just enough cleavage to make me remember the feel of her breasts in my hands and the taste of her nipples on my tongue.

My pants have gotten uncomfortable, not to mention, I’m hungry. I had a long day and a light lunch in anticipation of this meal.

That is why when the waiter comes around for the fifth time, I don’t give Sandy time to speak. Instead, I order the three appetizers she’s already mentioned and all six of the entrees, along with refills on our drinks. Wine for me, and some girly pink concoction for her.

She sips her drink as she looks at me.

“Hungry?” she asks.

“Yes, and not just for food.”

“What else are you hungry for?” She intentionally licks the tip of the straw in that monstrosity of a drink, challenging me.

“For your pussy.” To her credit, she doesn’t appear to be shocked by my words.

“Maybe. If you behave.”

“When have I ever done that?” I ask with a smirk.

“Given how we met, I guess you’re right, baby.” She takes a long sip of her drink. After she finishes, she slides her pink tongue around the tip of the straw, eyeing me coyly. “I got myself a bad boy, huh?”

“And he wants you so bad right now, it should be illegal. If anyone comes and sees what’s happening in my pants, I’ll probably get arrested.” She looks at me, amused at my words, before giving me a playful smile. She slides to my side of the booth and leans into me. She reaches across the table and grabs her drink, placing it in front of her. As she innocently sips it, her hand moves across my thigh, landing on my very hard dick.

“I see you aren’t kidding.”

“I never kid about these things.” I let out a loud gasp as she discreetly massages my cock.

“I do this to you?” she asks.

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