TURNER: For your tardiness you will be drinking copious amounts of tequila with me tonight.
TURNER: Same goes for that little assistant of yours
TURNER: Might have to do body shots with her
The last one came in just as I spotted that long dark hair down the block.
I tensed as I sat forward. I hadn’t seen Sara since she’d milked every drop of cum from my cock this morning, and I was practically fucking dizzy looking at her now. She was wrapped in a light brown dress that didn’t show so much as a hint of cleavage, but it was form-fitting with a hem that skimmed several inches above mid-thigh. It made me want to lick those fucking legs from ankle to pussy.
Christ.
I wasn’t entirely sure how I was already missing the taste of her skin on my lips. I’d gotten more than my fair share of satisfaction this morning, but seeing her now, I was back to square fucking one.
“Hey.” Her greeting was breathy, half-surprised when she saw me. “I thought you’d be upstairs already. It’s past six.”
“Yes. Turner has kept me painfully aware of the time,” I said, walking slightly behind her as we entered the hotel. “He’s early again.”
“Shocking, actually. And you’re late.”
“I preferred to wait for you to go in.”
“Mm. Didn’t think I could handle being alone with those two?”
“No, I didn’t want those two to see the way I looked at you tonight. I needed some time to react alone first.”
“Oh.”
That certainly shut her smart mouth. My lips twitched with amusement as we entered the hotel through the lesser-known side entrance, our eyes finding each other as we waited for the elevator we’d met in.
“So have you fully reacted yet?” Sara teased. I smirked as, on cue, the elevator arrived.
“Almost,” I replied as we stepped in.
The moment the doors closed, my hands were on her.
She moaned as I palmed her pussy under her skirt, sucking her lip into my mouth.
I tortured myself as I groped up her body and felt no bra under her dress.
Every little breath of hers went straight to my balls. Every little whimper sent my blood fucking rushing.
But just as quickly as we’d started we stopped, standing apart as a couple entered on the tenth floor. They rode with us up to the roof, stepping off before us and giving me a chance to rub my hand over Sara’s ass before we were promptly greeted and taken to meet the Roths.
SARA
There wasn’t so much as an umbrella to provide shade for us at our table, and every time I fanned myself, Turner stopped what he was saying to watch me.
“I’ve got a surprise for you. Don’t you worry,” he grinned every time.
I had no idea what he meant. In fact, Carter looked as confused as Julian and I did. But I didn’t ask questions. A part of me hoped that whatever the surprise was, Turner would forget after enough margaritas.
He was on his fourth, Carter on his third.
Julian and I were on our second – technically. Turner insisted, but while he and I spoke after he ordered, I spotted Julian’s quick exchange with the waitress from my peripherals. And with that, we were served virgin drinks anytime Turner ordered.
“I’m sorry,” Julian had whispered to me. “I’m not drinking tequila with these guys. We’ll get actual drinks when this is over.”
I did my best not to grin over the invitation for a private night out. Carter had already caught a flirtatious look I’d given Julian at the start of the meeting. After, he’d kept his stare pinned on me till I looked at him, as if forcing me to acknowledge what he’d just seen.