that okay?”
I pressed a kiss to her lips. “I can promise it’s more than okay.”
After we dried off, she shot me a naughty look in the mirror. “Is it okay if Jake stays for a little longer? I have something for the two of you.”
“Sure,” I said, intrigued.
Then she told me what it was, and it seemed like the perfect send-off.
In the middle of the night, I woke to find her between my legs, sucking me off, as she’d told me in the shower she wanted to do.
When she was through, she moved to Jake and took care of him, also part of the plan.
After, she wiped a satisfied palm across her lips, then said, “And that’s my gift to the two of you.”
14
Jake
I left in the early hours of the morning.
My job was over, and it was one of the best nights ever.
How could it not be? Hot-as-sin dirty deeds capped off with a middle-of-the-night sleepy BJ?
Hell, it was good, indeed, to be Finn’s best friend.
But none of this was unexpected, though I couldn’t completely read Kate and her motivation. I’d never entirely been able to read her. Though I’d wanted to. I’d definitely wanted to figure her out. She was a woman of mystery. Even her job was shrouded in secrecy. And she never let on what she was into. Or who. Honestly, that simply intrigued me more.
Plus, I was dying to know if she’s played a part in last night’s events. Was she the one moving chess pieces? That seemed like her.
The next morning after I slept some more, I met her at a diner. She waited in a booth near the back, looking more striking than someone should be this early in the morning. From her chestnut hair to her stunning eyes, it was impossible for her to be anything but striking.
Today though, she wore a cat-that-ate-the-canary grin and raised her eyebrows as I walked in, sitting across from her at the booth.
I shot her a grin.
“And how was the play, Mrs. Lincoln?” she asked knowingly.
I laughed. “It was some kind of show.”
“Was it now?” She took a sip of her coffee.
I studied her alluring eyes, hunting for answers. “Has anyone ever told you that you can’t resist getting your hands in the pie?”
“Interesting analogy,” she mused. “But I prefer to think of myself as a dirty fairy godmother.”
“Is that who you are?” I asked.
Lazily, she kicked her foot back and forth as if in answer. “Everyone has their kink, right?"
15
Kate
It was an excellent question, even if I was still figuring out my own kink.
Did I get off on others getting it on, even if I wasn’t there?
Maybe I did.
I’d always been intrigued with what other people liked to do behind closed doors. And maybe I was fascinated by the games people play in the bedroom. By the ways adults wanted to explore their after dark sides. That captivated me, and I wanted to uncover more, know more, learn more.
But that’s not why I fashioned myself into a naughty matchmaker.
I did it because what were best friends for but to help you in your time of need, to shop for dresses, and to subtly guide you to the threesome of your heart’s desire?
I knew what Lily wanted, so I’d planted the idea of Jake in her head—Jake, because I knew he’d be game.
How did I know?
Call it instinct. Call it a gut feeling. Jake was a friend, and I’d been well aware of his appetite in the bedroom.
All I had to do was drop his name as the necessary third party, and Lily was game.
I wanted Lily to be happy. She deserved it, and Lord knew the woman was going to be driven mad by her obsession till she chased it down. So I did what a friend would do. A nudge here. A nudge there. Everyone enjoyed their night.
But now, here I was, enjoying eggs and hash browns and the post-game satisfaction of having called it from a mile away, and looking at Jake in a new light.
Was that part of my kink? Was he?
Perhaps he could be.
I couldn’t deny that a part of me was damn curious what Jake was like in bed.
More than I’d been before.
I hadn’t lied when I’d told Lily I wasn’t attracted to Jake. I never had been. I didn’t gaze longingly at him from afar, nor did I stalk his photos on social media. He wasn’t in the cards, but that was more that I’d never thought of him