Page 4 of The Wrong Pick


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Neal

I can’t help but follow the sway of Belle’s ass as she hurries away, her bright red face down, her eyes on the floor. I chuckle to myself raising my brows at the disapproving looks from the two women sitting across from me.

The seemingly oldest of the two, her white-gray hair severely pulled back in a low bun, huffs loudly before she looks back down at her phone. Her wrinkles are so much more pronounced when she frowns like that.

The second isn’t as gray or wrinkled as her friend, but she does seem a lot bolder, because she holds her glare. I know better than to say anything disrespectful like I’m tempted to. A few years ago, I’d have made her more uncomfortable with a joking suggestion for her to join Belle and me in the bathroom. Belle would be livid.

Still, this lady is testing me with the judgment in her glare, so I hold her gaze and slip my hand past the waistband of my underwear. The old lady’s bright blue eyes widen and blood rushes to her face. My dick is rock hard and throbbing already. I stroke it slowly and then adjust its position to sit back against my stomach. My smile is slow and suggestive, and she gasps and hurriedly looks at her phone.

That’s what I thought.

I’m pretty sure everyone around me knows what I’m getting up to do. If they didn’t hear the conversation between Belle and me just a few moments ago, they can’t miss the giant, uncomfortable bulge in my jeans when I stand.

I’m eager to get to my wife. Her irresistible body is already hot and ready for me. I know how wet she’ll be when I touch her, and I know she’s wearing absolutely nothing under that short, little dress. Mm, she knows how to get me going.

“See you on the flight,” I say quietly, winking at the pair of old ladies before heading to the bathroom to meet Belle.

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