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“Reese, I don’t get it either. But I want to figure it out. With you.”
He grins, flipping me onto my back and pinning my hands above my head. “Good. Because I was going to have to resort to bribing you with cooking gourmet meals.”
I narrow my eyes. “You cook?”
“Absolutely.”
“Well, why didn’t you say so? You, my friend, have a new roommate.” I can’t help laughing at his expression. “So when is dinner?”
He gives me a wicked grin as he starts kissing down my stomach. My satisfied body is suddenly needy all over again as his mouth settles on my pussy.
I moan as he expertly drives me wild with his tongue, crying out in frustration when he lifts his head.
“What?” he asks innocently. “I thought you wanted dinner.”
I push his head back down, laughing. “I’ll settle for dessert.”
He practically growls. “Me too.”
Part Two
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Ginger & Blaze
Ginger
“To hot sex on the train,” I laugh, holding up my shot glass to my ex-roommate Adrienne.
She giggles, shaking her blonde head at me, then we toss back the Lemon Drops we were just served.
“So, tell me,” I say, planting my palms on the high-top table we’re sitting at in the trendy SoHo bar. It’s Friday night, and the place is packed. “How the hell did you do it on the train without getting caught?”
This girl has turned into a wild woman in the few weeks since she moved out of our apartment and into her new boyfriend’s Upper East Side place. I’m totes jealous. I mean, sex on the 6 Train? Hell yeah, I want some of that. Unfortunately, my life isn’t half as exciting as hers lately.
Adrienne’s face turns almost as red as my hair, but I see the wicked gleam in her eyes. “Why? You planning on getting you some on the way home, Ginger?”
I scoff. Right. “If only. But seriously. Spill.”
“Well, you have to wear a skirt, obviously.”
I look down at my leather miniskirt. Check. “If it were that easy, I think I’d be a pro by now.” Short skirts and boots are kind of my thing.
“It also helps if the train is crowded.”
I lift my eyebrows, staring at her as if she’s lost her mind. “You’re joking. And here I thought you were a good girl. Who knew you were a closet exhibitionist.”
She bites her lip. “Well, if you’re one of just a few people in the car then it’s kind of obvious if you’re moving around on someone’s lap. When it’s crowded, you can play it off that there’s nowhere else to sit.”
We break into a fit of giggles. Just…wow. Who would have thought that my prim and proper ex-roomie has a wild streak that puts me to shame?
“I’ll have to remember that,” I joke, though the idea of me having sex on a train is about as far out of the realm of possibility as me hitting the jackpot in Vegas. I’m having a bit of a dry spell lately. Which is why I have to live vicariously through Adrienne.
We have a few more drinks over the next couple hours as we catch up. I notice the time and sigh. “I hate to ditch this party, but I have an early morning tomorrow.”
I’m the event director at a conference center in Midtown, and tomorrow is going to be huge. We’re hosting one of the biggest bike shows of the year. I’ve been working my ass off for weeks, and the last thing I need is a hangover on the big day. Especially since I’m hoping I might make some connections that will get me out of the generic conference business and more specifically into the bike show arena.
We say our goodbyes, and I make my way outside and head east. Just as I’m approaching the subway, I see a freaking huge guy in a black leather jacket pacing by the stairs that lead underground.
