“Not a problem.” Blake eyes Jayden with an air of amusement before turning back to his wife and the discussion they’re having with Demek and Anthony.
I half listen to the conversation between Caroline, Davis, Mildred, Keith, and Gabrielle…but don’t quiz me on what they’re talking about. Jayden’s fingers are too distracting.
“Right now,” Jayden says, maintaining the illusion that we’re having an intimate conversation. “I wouldn’t be opposed to taking you out into the alley and finishing this off, but I don’t want to risk missing any of the conversations.”
I bite my lip to keep from moaning out loud and nod. I have no idea which part I’m agreeing to. Or maybe I’m just nodding for the sake of it. My brain isn’t functioning enough for me to know for sure.
He asks about one couple who was planning to join us but isn’t here yet. I’m glad at least one of us has their head in the game.
“Maybe they’re busy doing their homework assignment.” Or they were reserving one of the BDSM rooms. I heard Virginia gush about it to them this morning. In her words, it’s a real marriage changer.
That’s the last coherent thought I have before Jayden’s fingers push my panties to the side and plunge into me.
A small moan escapes my throat, drowned out by Blake’s thunderous laugh at whatever his group is talking about.
Jayden’s mouth tugs into a smug grin. “Not much further.”
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
His smile widens. “More than you can possibly imagine.”
“You better stop before I come and everyone at this table hears me.”
I won’t be able to face them again after that—which will make this mission a lot more challenging.
“I have no intention of stopping now. I’m having too much fun.” He winks at me.
“I mean it.” Kind of.
He angles his head and covers my mouth with his. And as my inner muscles clench hard around his fingers, he swallows my moan.
27
Jayden
I sit backin my chair, mentally congratulating myself for pulling off the homework of giving Isabelle an orgasm without getting caught.
Everyone else is distracted by their conversations. Except for Gabrielle. She soundlessly applauds Isabelle and me. Her actions go unnoticed by the others.
The waitress serves our food, and the conversation at the table switches to how we met our spouses.
“Wow, that really looks good,” Isabelle says, eyeing the pasta I decided to go with in the end. She reaches over and spears a shrimp with her fork, then pops it into her mouth. “Oooh, thatisreally good.”
I sample her spicy Thai chicken rice bowl. It’s just as tasty as my pasta.
After the first three couples finish sharing their stories, Virginia turns to Isabelle. So far, the stories have been a little dull, which might explain the hopeful expression on Virginia’s face.
“I work at a gallery in San Francisco,” Isabelle says after a moment’s hesitation. “Jayden came in one day looking for a store that sold high-end designer items for pets. You know, like doggie sweaters by famous designers, diamond-encrusted collars for cats, glamorous pet food. Stuff like that.”
Okaaay. This version is news to me.
“He was trying to impress a woman he liked and figured it would be the perfect way to woo both her little dog and her. Except, being the typical alpha male that he is, he couldn’t be bothered to ask for directions when he got lost. And boy, did he ever get lost.
“So he comes into the gallery, confused because the pet store was supposed to be there and it wasn’t. He sees the art on the wall and starts to explain why it’s not art. The woman’s dog could do a better job. He was probably right about that. But the way he described each piece was hilarious, and I couldn’t stop laughing.”
“She was laughing so hard,” I say, taking over the story, “tears were rolling down her face, and she was getting odd looks from the people in the gallery. They were all staring down their pretentious noses like she was beneath them. That’s when I knew right there that she was perfect for me.” I wink at her.
“But their I-just-stepped-in-doggie-pooh expressions made me laugh even harder and—”
