“So were you planning this all along, or are you just winging it?” I asked in a low voice.
Her eyes flickered to Sandy and back. “Does it matter?”
“I would have liked to know before you decided you were going to offer me up as Sandy’s personal s*x-toy.”
One corner of her mouth tucked up in a smile. “Tell me you don’t want to f**k her. Right here. Right now. Tell me that, and I’ll stop and we can go home.
“But don’t forget, love, that I know exactly how terrible a liar you are.”
“That’s…” I raked a hand through my hair. A few feet away, Sandy stood, her eyes watching us anxiously. It seemed a crime to destroy such naked, heartfelt hope. “That’s not the point, Steph!”
Hidden by her body from Sandy’s eyes, her hand slipped down to trace out the outline of my erection. “John,” she murmur
