That’s her cue to turn around and playfully slap me away, but she’s no match for my speed because I have her in my arms and her breasts pressed tight to my chest in two seconds flat.
Her lips are just a hint away from mine, and I stare at them, silently wondering if she’ll be pissed if I kiss the hell out of her and risk messing up her makeup.
Fuck it. Let her be mad.
I fall victim to the urge, pressing my mouth to hers, and coaxing her lips open with my tongue. She’s an easy sell, giving in to the moment, and I slide my hands back to her ass and pull her body as close to mine as I can.
My dick is hard now, and my mind is already visualizing one hundred different scenarios that end with her panties around her ankles and me inside her.
It takes all my willpower to remind myself she has important places to be and not to follow through with any of it.
“Fuck.” On a sigh, I slow our kiss to a stop, give her lips one more gentle press, and release her from my hold.
Maria blinks several times, her mind trying to come back down to planet earth, and I have to adjust my cock in my boxer briefs on a groan.
“You’re kind of a bastard, you know that?” Her voice is teasing as she meets my eyes in the reflection in the mirror.
It’s then I notice that her lipstick is smeared to shit on both of our faces.
“I don’t think this is my color, babe,” I respond, pretending to examine my face in the mirror and frowning a little. “I think I’m more of a coral, you know?”
“You’re such a pain in my ass sometimes!” She slaps my chest on a laugh and then proceeds to grab a tissue to fix her face and mine.
“I won’t deny that, but I think the big question here is…am I going to get a rain check on what we just started?” I ask, my hands coming together in front of my chest like I’m praying.
“We didn’t start anything. You started it.”
“Very true,” I agree. “But you still didn’t answer my question.”
She lets out an exasperated sigh, but when I lean forward to press my lips to her neck, whispering the words, “Please, Ria?” against her skin, a little moan escapes her throat.
I smile. I can’t help it.
We’re definitely cashing in on that rain check later. In fact, starting this evening, we’re going to have the opportunity to cash in on lots of rain checks, days’ worth of them.
The realization makes me press one final kiss to her skin and step away from her. “How about I let you finish getting ready for work and I go check on the girls?”
“You know, crazily enough, I think that’s a good idea,” Maria comments with a roll of her pretty brown eyes. “Plus, I’m sure Lexi is nearly bursting with excitement for brunch at Bunrise.”
“You’re probably right,” I agree, reaching out to squeeze her ass one more time for good measure.
And then I head out of the bathroom and toward the living room where my other two favorite girls are located.
Today is going to be a good fucking day.
Bunrise is a staple in this city, and it should be no surprise that it’s packed to the gills. I’m talking a two-hour wait outside, and every table inside filled with patrons laughing and chatting over pancakes and mimosas and their signature sunny-side up egg, bacon, and cheese on a home-baked bun.
Thankfully, Maria is a thoughtful genius who called ahead and reserved a table for us with the hostess—a single mom in need of an apartment at a fair price whom Maria just happened to make things happen for a couple of years ago—while she was headed toward her first showing of the day, and the three of us were whisked right to an open table the second we stepped inside the doors.
Before our food arrived, I sent Maria a message thanking her for saving my ass and telling her I owed her for ensuring I didn’t have to wait to be seated for two damn hours while trying to keep Lexi and Izzy entertained.
Obviously, she’s just now had the time to respond.
Maria: You’re welcome. And don’t worry, I can think of several ways for you to repay me.
I smirk down at my phone.
Me: Oh, don’t worry, babe. I already have plans for how I’m going to repay you.
Maria: I am ALL ears. Do tell, and don’t leave a single detail out.
Me: It’s a surprise.
A surprise bigger than she could ever expect and one that was set in motion way before today.
Maria: Ugh. Can you at least give me a hint? Like, is it an s-e-x kind of surprise?
Me: Nope.
Maria: No s-e-x?
Pfft. Yeah, right. There’s definitely s-e-x involved in this surprise. A lot of it, if it’s up to me.