Then again, she’d browbeaten Maddie into accepting Reid’s attentions and that had turned out great. Having feels wasn’t the worst thing in the world. Or maybe it would be with someone she already knew to be star-crossed, and she’d know better for next time.
But this was what she’d come here for, right? For fun with people who would understand her, hopefully fulfill all of her deepest desires?
Maybe that wouldn’t be Huxley Foster-Webb in the long run what with his affinity for littles, but she was willing to bet he would show her a good time before he broke her heart. Better to have loved and lost and had some orgasms, right? That was the expression, wasn’t it?
“I know we’re not precisely what the other one is looking for, but perhaps we could have some fun in the meantime?” she proposed.
His warm brown eyes grew hotter, flickered with something she might call lust and she felt an answering pull in her belly. Their minds might know they weren’t meant to be but their bodies didn’t seem to have gotten the memo.
“It would be my pleasure. And that’s not going to happen in here.”
They both looked around what was essentially a storage room, although there was a couch and a few chairs she could readily imagine being bent over. Perhaps thinking the same thing, they both laughed, and the air crackled between them.
“Well it could,” she offered. “But I think it would be more fun out there.”
“Agreed. Shall we?”
Holding an arm out like that, like a goddamn gentleman, should be illegal. Especially when combined with that smile and…was that a goddamn dimple in his cheek? Basically assault with a deadly weapon.
The part of her that was all about logic and calculating risk and running numbers was setting off all the alarm bells, and usually she’d listen. She was a practical, no-nonsense kind of girl, but there was a small part of her that could still be drawn in by the promise of a fairy tale or at least a good spanking. And what kind of way were spreadsheets to pick a lover? Maybe smart but would they offer the kind of chemistry she felt right now? How did you put vibes into an equation? She didn’t think you could. Not well anyway.
So she accepted. Slipped her hand into the crook of his elbow, and maybe became more aware of her tits and her pussy and her backside when she did. Huxley, Elder, whatever she wanted to call him, was warm and muscular under the fine cloth of his shirt and it did something to all the erogenous zones of her body. The obvious ones and others less so.
She looked up at him, perhaps made sure to rub the side of her breast against his arm, and told him, “Oh, I think we shall.”