“Maybe take a softer approach. Something along the lines of caressing his balls with her tongue until he whimpers with need.”
Now, my dick leaps to attention in my shorts.
“Yes! That’s great. Take that gentle and sensual energy throughout the book. Soften the anal scene with more preparation and trust. Give the characters more sexual intimacy and less pornographic verbiage.”
Presley listens to Stace’s response and nods her head triumphantly. “Perfect! I love that! It’ll change the whole feeling throughout the book. So let’s re-group next Wednesday and see if we’re ready to move this one to the next stages.”
Presley and Stace talk for another minute before Presley hangs up and pumps her arms in the air. “That was great!”
“Do you have a secret life as a sex operator?” Tripp questions.
“Not at all, but I’m semi-familiar with what works in the genre, and this woman was open to suggestions.”
“Well, you’re right about men not liking our balls in a teeth clamp. The thought alone makes me want to hurl.”
Presley starts to blush right before she bursts into laughter and hangs her head.
“Seriously, man, what the hell is this perfect woman doing with you?” Tripp repeats his earlier question.
“I can’t fucking wait until I can throw your words back in your face one day.” I take his empty beer to the trash and grab Presley’s overnight bag from the table as she shuts down her laptop.
“All ready to go,” she announces.
“Babe, what the hell is in this bag?”
“I have a few treats for Blade and a bottle of wine for Ember as a hostess gift. And Winnie and I picked up a gift for Robbie’s birthday.”
“Jesus,” I mutter.
Presley sets the alarm and winks at me when I notice she hasn’t changed the code. I help her into the truck, kissing her quickly as she buckles in. There’s no doubt in my mind that if Tripp wasn’t with us, we’d be arriving at Robbie’s a few hours late.
“626 needs us to stop for ice,” Tripp tells me.
“Who’s 626?” Presley turns back to look at him.
“It’s our code from a long time ago. Each of us has a code based on our birthday. We originally made them up to refer to our parents, but they stuck through the years. 626 is Robbie,” I explain.
“That’s cute.”
Tripp chuckles, shaking his head. “Not cute if you knew what we were doing.”
“What was that exactly?” She raises an eyebrow at me.
“Let’s just say, we all survived a lot of mischief by using the codes through the years.”
“So your friends call you 410?” she refers to my birthday on April tenth.
“Sometimes.”
“That’s ingenious, but I like Hero better.”
I grunt at the same time Tripp snorts.
We pull into the convenience store for ice, and the second Tripp is out of the truck, I lean across the console and bring her face to mine. “I’ve fucking missed you.” I outline her lips with my tongue and nibble gently. “After we eat, we’re leaving the party.”
“We don’t want to be rude,” she murmurs against my mouth.
“It won’t be rude. Believe me. Every man that lays eyes on you tonight will wonder how we even made it out of the house.”