sister.
I’ll clearly have to invest with him now.
“I clean up all right.” I flash a grin at Bobby and Jane. “Thank you so much for setting this up. I definitely owe you two.”
“Look, I’m not saying I’m in favor of my sister hooking up with a stripper,” Jane points at me over her class of sangiovese. “But I’m also not saying I’m not in favor of it. For some reason, I like you. And Bobby likes you, too.”
“Bobby senses a business opportunity,” Bobby says. Rob respects that.
“Well, like I said before, stripping is only a temporary gig to keep out of debt,” I explain, and then I stop dead. Meredith walks in wearing a stunning red dress that falls to her knees and showcases those beautiful breasts. I immediately stand up. Hopefully she thinks it’s because I’m polite, but really it’s because the impulse to run to her hit before the self-restraint kicked in.
Her eyes fall on me, and I would swear she starts to smile before the Wednesday Addams glare falls into place. Baby steps! Also, did she just check me out?
“What are you doing here?” she asks, pretending to be annoyed now, but it’s a frail façade that even Jane rolls her eyes over.
“Bobby and I had a few things to discuss. Do you remember Bobby from the club, Merie?” I wink lasciviously at her. She’s so close to slapping me, but manages to hold back. Good, because I can’t handle any more of our super sexy tension. If she slaps me, I’ll probably burst right through my trousers.
“Besides,” Bobby raises a glass of wine as our server pours into the glasses in front of Meredith and me. “I hear celebrations are in order. To new jobs!”
I take a sip of my red to hide the smile on my face. Does Bobby know exactly what sort of new job his baby sister-in-law is conducting in his spare room? I glance at Meredith and start to open my mouth. She answers silently with a look of sheer terror. Nailed it.
I’m not gonna rat, as much fun as it would be to tease her.
This girl speaks to my soul and has brought more joy to my life in the last week than I’ve had in a long time.
We end up ordering two entrees that looked good, despite my normal preference for the pasta trio. When I offer her a bite of my cabbage roll and her eyes flutter close—worth it. Seeing her orgasmic delight as she sucks on a fork full of beefy tomato-y goodness has my suit pants way too tight for a family meal. If I let her try the mashed potatoes, she’ll go full on When Harry Met Sally.
“That’s heavenly,” Meredith practically groans. Bobby and Jane have dissolved into their own conversations about their kid, so we’re left alone in our own little world. “You should try my ravioli. This rosemary brown butter is better than sex.”
She offers me a bite and I slide it off with my tongue slowly, eye-fucking her the whole time. Because that is amazing. But it isn’t better than the sex we’re going to have. What I’m going to do to her, well. People will write entire books about it. Well, maybe that’s a long shot, but it’s still going to be earth-shattering.
Bobby and Jane distract me with questions about my journalism career, or lack thereof. We spend a little while playing twenty questions and enjoying the house-made limoncellos. Meredith is giggly and sexy and each tiny glass sends her scooting her chair a tiny bit closer to mine. Maybe she just needs to loosen (boozen?) up to be okay with the fact that she’s totally head over heels for a stripper, but I’ll take it.
I’d take anything to have her, this smart, versatile, brave girl who bought me with a twenty but didn’t know there were no returns.
I haven’t the slightest idea how I’ll last if everyone orders dessert. My pants are about to take themselves off, and from the firm pressure of Meredith’s thigh against mine, I think she’s ready to explore this, too.
“Well, if you two don’t mind.” Jane sets her napkin on her plate. “We’re going to take
I’ll clearly have to invest with him now.
“I clean up all right.” I flash a grin at Bobby and Jane. “Thank you so much for setting this up. I definitely owe you two.”
“Look, I’m not saying I’m in favor of my sister hooking up with a stripper,” Jane points at me over her class of sangiovese. “But I’m also not saying I’m not in favor of it. For some reason, I like you. And Bobby likes you, too.”
“Bobby senses a business opportunity,” Bobby says. Rob respects that.
“Well, like I said before, stripping is only a temporary gig to keep out of debt,” I explain, and then I stop dead. Meredith walks in wearing a stunning red dress that falls to her knees and showcases those beautiful breasts. I immediately stand up. Hopefully she thinks it’s because I’m polite, but really it’s because the impulse to run to her hit before the self-restraint kicked in.
Her eyes fall on me, and I would swear she starts to smile before the Wednesday Addams glare falls into place. Baby steps! Also, did she just check me out?
“What are you doing here?” she asks, pretending to be annoyed now, but it’s a frail façade that even Jane rolls her eyes over.
“Bobby and I had a few things to discuss. Do you remember Bobby from the club, Merie?” I wink lasciviously at her. She’s so close to slapping me, but manages to hold back. Good, because I can’t handle any more of our super sexy tension. If she slaps me, I’ll probably burst right through my trousers.
“Besides,” Bobby raises a glass of wine as our server pours into the glasses in front of Meredith and me. “I hear celebrations are in order. To new jobs!”
I take a sip of my red to hide the smile on my face. Does Bobby know exactly what sort of new job his baby sister-in-law is conducting in his spare room? I glance at Meredith and start to open my mouth. She answers silently with a look of sheer terror. Nailed it.
I’m not gonna rat, as much fun as it would be to tease her.
This girl speaks to my soul and has brought more joy to my life in the last week than I’ve had in a long time.
We end up ordering two entrees that looked good, despite my normal preference for the pasta trio. When I offer her a bite of my cabbage roll and her eyes flutter close—worth it. Seeing her orgasmic delight as she sucks on a fork full of beefy tomato-y goodness has my suit pants way too tight for a family meal. If I let her try the mashed potatoes, she’ll go full on When Harry Met Sally.
“That’s heavenly,” Meredith practically groans. Bobby and Jane have dissolved into their own conversations about their kid, so we’re left alone in our own little world. “You should try my ravioli. This rosemary brown butter is better than sex.”
She offers me a bite and I slide it off with my tongue slowly, eye-fucking her the whole time. Because that is amazing. But it isn’t better than the sex we’re going to have. What I’m going to do to her, well. People will write entire books about it. Well, maybe that’s a long shot, but it’s still going to be earth-shattering.
Bobby and Jane distract me with questions about my journalism career, or lack thereof. We spend a little while playing twenty questions and enjoying the house-made limoncellos. Meredith is giggly and sexy and each tiny glass sends her scooting her chair a tiny bit closer to mine. Maybe she just needs to loosen (boozen?) up to be okay with the fact that she’s totally head over heels for a stripper, but I’ll take it.
I’d take anything to have her, this smart, versatile, brave girl who bought me with a twenty but didn’t know there were no returns.
I haven’t the slightest idea how I’ll last if everyone orders dessert. My pants are about to take themselves off, and from the firm pressure of Meredith’s thigh against mine, I think she’s ready to explore this, too.
“Well, if you two don’t mind.” Jane sets her napkin on her plate. “We’re going to take
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