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It’s a rare occasion when we all get together for dinner outside of Club Ruin, but it’s one I enjoy immensely. Maybe that’s because I have Lottie with me. She’s the first person outside the five of us to come and it’s equaled the dynamic, or maybe it’s just because I’m hopelessly besotted with her.
“How are you enjoying working at Love Books, Lottie?”
I skim my hand over her shoulder, as I watch her interact with Audrey. My tough-as-nails cousin and my wife are becoming fast friends. The truth is, she’d ensnared the devotion of all my friends over the last few months. Lottie is easy to love, and I know that better than anyone. My mother adores her, and Clark and Gaspard call her more than they ever did me and I’m thrilled by it.
Life has fallen into an easy rhythm between the three of us. I wake her with my mouth on her pussy more often than not and then make her tea, which she prefers to coffee, and leave for work. She then gets Eric sorted for school and heads to Love Books, before collecting Eric after school.
Dinner is always a lively affair with Eric holding the conversation and me counting down the seconds until I can make love to my wife. We’d been to the club a few times, but if I’m honest with myself, the draw of the kink has faded. Lottie is my addiction and while I still love the control she gives to me so freely I don’t need to be surrounded by others. I like to have her all to myself.
Although my sweet woman has a bit of a voyeuristic trait, which I fucking love. It gets her so wet and turned on when we watch others at the club, she goes off like a rocket the second I slip my hand into her panties.
“Oh, I love it. Everyone is so lovely, and I get such a thrill from watching the kids go from hating reading to enjoying it.”
“They speak very highly of you.” A blush tinges her cheeks, which makes my dick harden.
“I’m so grateful for the opportunity.”
“You have a unique perspective, and the kids can relate to you in a way they can’t with some of the others.”
“Oh, how so?”
Harrison was studying her as he spoke and didn’t catch the warning glare I sent him. Lottie never mentions her dyslexia and I’m not sure how she feels about others knowing.
“I’m dyslexic, so I know exactly how it feels to see the letters jumble in front of your eyes and the panic and shame that can bring, even though it’s nothing to do with intelligence.”
“Wow, I had no idea.”
“Well, I was lucky I had a great teacher who was patient with me.”
“School teachers can be so important to self-esteem with dyslexic children.”
Her face tips to me and she gives me a shy smile which makes my heart contract. “It wasn’t a teacher who taught me, it was my best friend.”
I lean forward and capture her mouth in a kiss, savoring the taste of the lemon torte she’d eaten for dessert mixed with something that is uniquely her. I hold her eyes with mine as we pull back. “It was my pleasure.”
Beck is looking back and forth between us as I scoot my chair closer, not even wanting a few inches between us. I hold up my glass in a salute. “No fucking way.”
“Yes, way. Lottie was my best friend growing up and I taught her to read. Although it was my excuse to spend time with her so I’m not sure who the real winner was in this, her or me.”
“So, you two have known each other for a long time then?”
“Almost twenty years but we haven’t seen each other for the last ten.”
Beck rubs his chin. “Wow, that explains the chemistry and the reason you two were shooting sparks off each other every time you were in the same room together.”
Harrison was watching Lottie. “Shit, the auction. Man, I can’t believe you let it get that far.”
I turn to see her looking down, fiddling with her fingers. “Can we change the subject, please? How about you tell us about your latest girlfriend, Harry?”
He rolls his eyes and knocks back his scotch. “Nothing to tell. We fucked a few times, it was fine and now it’s over.”
“She get too clingy?”
“Something like that.”
I’d been reading people since I was in middle school and I knew when my friend was lying. I also knew when to let something go.
“Who’s going to the gala next Friday?”
