“I’ll see you in your room in five minutes. Be naked,” Becky added.
“Naked?”
“Yes. We had dinner with everyone tonight, so I haven’t had you alone all day.”
“Nia will–”
“Later. We’ll have just us first. She’ll meet us when she’s done working.” Becky kissed her and repeated, “Be naked.”
“Okay. Yeah, okay,” she said, only half able to understand what had just happened.
She reallyhadneeded to go to the bathroom, but just as she’d opened the door, Becky had come up behind her, and now, she was standing there, somewhat sated but still completely turned on, and there were people out there who would have noticed Becky following her into the bathroom. Helena finished what she needed to do, cleared her throat, pushed the door open, and walked back to the table, where she sat down next to Becky, trying to pretend like nothing had happened.
“So, dessert?” Nia asked.
“What? No dessert. What? Who–” Helena stopped herself when she saw Gage and Sharon both stare at her, looking confused.
“Relax,” Becky whispered into her ear. “I think we will skip the cake, if that’s okay.”
“It’s a torte,” Nia corrected.
“Can we have it later, if we want?”
“Of course. I’ll have them save some for anyone who might want to–”
“I think I’ll skip the torte,” Gage interrupted.
“Me too,” Carrie added from her seat next to Gage.
“Let’s just go around the table, shall we?” Nia proposed. “Anyone want the raspberry torte right now?”
“No,” Debra said, shaking her head.
“No, thanks.”
Sharon did the same.
“I’m good,” Jennifer said and turned to Kristina.
“I’ll pass for now. Thanks.”
“Great. Dessert will be saved for later. You’ve all chosen your partners tonight, and because of that, you can skip the cards and…”
Nia continued talking, but Helena was no longer listening to her because Becky’s hand was on her thigh, sliding up higher until it was cupping her hard.
“Naked,” Becky whispered into her ear.
When Nia finished talking and dismissed them, Helena hoped she hadn’t missed anything important, but her mind could only focus on the fact that the woman of her dreams had just made her come in the bathroom, and now, she was cupping her at the dinner table.
“I’ll be right in,” Becky said and kissed her on the lips.
“What are you–”
“I’m getting us some things for later.”
“Oh,” she replied and watched Becky’s ass on her way out before she stood and carried their wineglasses back to the bedroom with her.
Having set their drinks down, Helena quickly took off her clothes, placed them somewhat neatly on the dresser, and moved to lie on the bed, not knowing where Becky wanted her tobe when she walked into the room and feeling more exhilarated at that than at the fact that they’d soon be having a threesome.
