Page 39 of High Seduction
Alisha might have been the one holding the fork, but Devon was obviously doing something other than it appeared as he accepted the mouthful of food.
Tim watched closely, trying to figure out why Alisha’s cheeks had bloomed so brightly. Their body language, the way Devon leaned toward her—everything screamed that they were not only a couple, but a pair who couldn’t keep their hands off each other.
It wasn’t until Alisha shuddered slightly, though, that Tim discovered the reason for her flushed face. He smiled, hiding the expression behind his glass. Devon’s hand was below the tabletop, and Tim would bet long odds he knew what was going on out of sight.
Devon’s little question from earlier made more sense now.
Tim turned to Erin. “Great job out there today.”
“You, too, except for the momentary shot of stupid.”
Devon joined in the conversation, no indication that he was doing anything sexual to Alisha while they spoke. “I thought it was no more than what was needed. A touch stupid, but there’s nothing wrong with that—”
“Sometimes stupid is what gets the job done,” Tim agreed. “Exactly. You can’t always wait for the most comfortable situation. Wait for the right place and time—hell, occasionally it’s that edge of danger that makes some experiences work better than if you called it safe.”
Devon grinned, catching the dual meaning in Tim’s words. “That extra edge? I hear some people get off on it.”
Alisha sucked in a tiny gasp of air, reaching for her water glass with unsteady fingers. Whatever Devon was doing, she was enjoying it immensely. Or at least enough that she didn’t feel safe to join in the conversation.
Erin bumped his shoulder, whispering in his ear. “Did I just miss some guy-talk lingo?”
Tim glanced at Devon. The other man raised a brow but didn’t answer. Instead, he picked up a spring roll from the table and offered it to Alisha, feeding it to her as he spoke softly.
All the while continuing to torment her and make her squirm.
Well, hell. Tim had enjoyed Devon’s company before, but this was a whole new side that he was seeing. Perhaps they had more in common than Tim originally suspected. It was something he’d have to explore more in the future.
Right now?
Now that there was food in their stomachs it was time for him and Erin to head toward the next thing, and there was no reason not to begin immediately.
He snuck his hand up Erin’s back, caressing the strong muscles of her shoulders, stroking the gentle curve with his thumb. He leaned in close so he could speak quietly.
“Your friend is really enjoying her supper today,” he whispered.
Erin snorted. “Why are we whispering about Alisha and appetizers? Is this some dark secret because of the deep-frying?”
“Try deep penetration,” Tim teased. “Notice where we are? Tucked up safe in this corner? Devon’s got his fingers all over Alisha right now, and I bet you she’s biting her tongue to stop from moaning.”
Erin stiffened slowly as he spoke, instantly glancing away from the other couple. “They’re fooling around right here?” she demanded, still keeping her voice low enough not to be overheard.
“That’s what I think.” Tim squeezed her neck again, dragging his nails lightly over her skin. “You know this. You know people get off on all kinds of edgy play. Voyeurs, exhibitionists. It’s a part of what makes people happy. If this is one of their kinks, good for them.”
“But it’s Alisha and Devon,” Erin protested.
“And you’ve spent how many hours with them over the years?”
“Enough, but I didn’t know—I mean, I don’twantto know what turns them on.”
“You trust them with your life; they trust you with theirs. You’ve played together as well as worked—enjoyed a good meal. A good movie. Sexual pleasure is simply one more thing we appreciate as humans. Knowing what they like doesn’t mean you’re jumping in and getting hands-on, either.”
He ignored her and faced the table. If Devon and Alisha were playing right out in the open like this, he was going to take advantage of the situation. Plus, there was something deliciously sensual in helping them take it one step further.
He caught Alisha’s gaze, making sure he was wearing a completely nonjudgmental expression, but he also didn’t let her look away. “Alisha. When you drop on the cable, especially in high winds, I’ve noticed you don’t seem to spin as much as I do. Got any secrets to share?”
Alisha swallowed hard but wiggled herself a bit more upright. Devon’s soft smile showed his approval and delight as he also met Tim’s gaze and waited for Alisha’s answer.
“It might have something... to do with our weight ratio. I don’t present as big of a target since my—” She sucked for air, her lashes fluttering. Only a second later she pulled herself together, voice shaky as she continued. “... My mass is smaller than yours. Try flipping between staying compact, and using a ballet dancer’s snap to focus your... torso on one point. That slows...oh, god... the rotation.”
