quieter than he’d intended, and he stared hard at the pretty spread of magazines on the coffee table to distract himself from the memories of home trying to barge their way into his skull. “I spent twenty-five years there. Never would’ve left either, if I could’ve made the same money working construction as I do modeling.”
“You’ll make a decent penny if you sign up with Hot Shots. Nude pays well, or so I’m told.”
“Yeah, so I’m practicing getting nude more often. All grist for the mill, ya know?” With a grin he didn’t entirely feel, Sawyer cracked his neck and slouched back into his chair. Aidan seemed cool, but he missed Layla’s comforting, happy energy.
Missed her deep, dark eyes that seemed to hold so much more than the smile that slipped so easily across her face.
Like a mask.
“So what’s off the table for you?” Aidan asked.
“Sexually?”
“Yes. Tell me your hard limits.”
“I’m interested in that too,” Layla said softly.
Bare toes tipped with candy pink gleamed as she crossed the room. Her short, midnight-blue dress had a long row of laces that went up her back, revealing teasing hints of pale skin in the gaps. The hem barely skimmed the tops of her creamy thighs. Hinting at what lay just beneath.
“Shit,” Sawyer muttered, belatedly rising after Aidan. Apparently, his manners went right out the window when confronted with a banging body and huge-ass brown eyes.
“Sit. We won’t worry about formalities tonight.” She perched on the arm of the sofa next to her fiancé, her pose revealing even more of her long legs. Another couple of inches and Sawyer would lurch right into heart-attack mode. “So, limits. We should get those out there before dinner’s ready.”
“That’s my Layla. Always practical.” Aidan cupped her leg, his fingers skirting very close to the upper slope of her thigh. Layla’s features tensed before he started to stroke her skin in light circles. She sighed, so quietly that Sawyer almost wondered if he’d imagined the sound.
“Are we really having fried chicken?” Sawyer asked, trying for an easy tone despite his fixation on Aidan’s closeness to Layla’s pussy. And how fucking hard that made him.
Maybe he could handle this threesome thing easier than he’d thought.
“No. Steak and baked potatoes.” Her expression warmed. “I would’ve made salad too, but we’re out of croutons.”
He’d never shared an intimate look with a woman before when discussing croutons, but tonight would be a new experience all the way around. “Did you double up on lighter fluid too?”
“Skipped it.” She gifted him with one of those smiles he’d already caught himself anticipating. “We’re not much on outdoor barbecuing.”
“Late nights aren’t conducive to it,” Aidan put in, fingers still moving.
In a minute, he’d probably be fingering her. From the flush highlighting her cheeks, she didn’t mind. Neither did Sawyer.
He wet his lips. “So, ah, those limits you mentioned.”
“Yes.” They spoke simultaneously.
“I’m pretty open-minded. What I haven’t tried I’m willing to give a shot, assuming it’s all consensual. I know some women like pain and to be shoved around. Not my scene.”
“Not mine either,” Layla agreed. “Bondage is okay?”
Oh hell yeah, it was just fine. “Sure. Long as it’s not complicated. I don’t have patience for that shit when I want to fuck. Sorry,” he said, realizing he was still speaking to a lady. And one he barely knew at that.
“It’s okay.” She smiled, and something coiled tight in his stomach. And that something had Layla’s name all over it. “You’re sweet, Sawyer.”
“Not that sweet,” he muttered, his ears heating uncomfortably.
“Yes, you are. What else?”
He frowned. Was it wrong to say he didn’t have many limits? At least that he knew of?
“All positions are fine, and toys are okay. More than okay.” He looked back and forth between Layla and Aidan.
“You’ll make a decent penny if you sign up with Hot Shots. Nude pays well, or so I’m told.”
“Yeah, so I’m practicing getting nude more often. All grist for the mill, ya know?” With a grin he didn’t entirely feel, Sawyer cracked his neck and slouched back into his chair. Aidan seemed cool, but he missed Layla’s comforting, happy energy.
Missed her deep, dark eyes that seemed to hold so much more than the smile that slipped so easily across her face.
Like a mask.
“So what’s off the table for you?” Aidan asked.
“Sexually?”
“Yes. Tell me your hard limits.”
“I’m interested in that too,” Layla said softly.
Bare toes tipped with candy pink gleamed as she crossed the room. Her short, midnight-blue dress had a long row of laces that went up her back, revealing teasing hints of pale skin in the gaps. The hem barely skimmed the tops of her creamy thighs. Hinting at what lay just beneath.
“Shit,” Sawyer muttered, belatedly rising after Aidan. Apparently, his manners went right out the window when confronted with a banging body and huge-ass brown eyes.
“Sit. We won’t worry about formalities tonight.” She perched on the arm of the sofa next to her fiancé, her pose revealing even more of her long legs. Another couple of inches and Sawyer would lurch right into heart-attack mode. “So, limits. We should get those out there before dinner’s ready.”
“That’s my Layla. Always practical.” Aidan cupped her leg, his fingers skirting very close to the upper slope of her thigh. Layla’s features tensed before he started to stroke her skin in light circles. She sighed, so quietly that Sawyer almost wondered if he’d imagined the sound.
“Are we really having fried chicken?” Sawyer asked, trying for an easy tone despite his fixation on Aidan’s closeness to Layla’s pussy. And how fucking hard that made him.
Maybe he could handle this threesome thing easier than he’d thought.
“No. Steak and baked potatoes.” Her expression warmed. “I would’ve made salad too, but we’re out of croutons.”
He’d never shared an intimate look with a woman before when discussing croutons, but tonight would be a new experience all the way around. “Did you double up on lighter fluid too?”
“Skipped it.” She gifted him with one of those smiles he’d already caught himself anticipating. “We’re not much on outdoor barbecuing.”
“Late nights aren’t conducive to it,” Aidan put in, fingers still moving.
In a minute, he’d probably be fingering her. From the flush highlighting her cheeks, she didn’t mind. Neither did Sawyer.
He wet his lips. “So, ah, those limits you mentioned.”
“Yes.” They spoke simultaneously.
“I’m pretty open-minded. What I haven’t tried I’m willing to give a shot, assuming it’s all consensual. I know some women like pain and to be shoved around. Not my scene.”
“Not mine either,” Layla agreed. “Bondage is okay?”
Oh hell yeah, it was just fine. “Sure. Long as it’s not complicated. I don’t have patience for that shit when I want to fuck. Sorry,” he said, realizing he was still speaking to a lady. And one he barely knew at that.
“It’s okay.” She smiled, and something coiled tight in his stomach. And that something had Layla’s name all over it. “You’re sweet, Sawyer.”
“Not that sweet,” he muttered, his ears heating uncomfortably.
“Yes, you are. What else?”
He frowned. Was it wrong to say he didn’t have many limits? At least that he knew of?
“All positions are fine, and toys are okay. More than okay.” He looked back and forth between Layla and Aidan.
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