Very, very bad.
Especially when Phillip excused himself to the bathroom, leaving her with only her grandma. Because Phillip was going to the bathroom, so did the whole Bingo hall. Seemed legit, right? Reese laughed as she shook her head, spinning her hot pink dobber around as she waited for the next game to start, avoiding all eye contact with her grandmother.
“Not together, huh?”
She let out an annoyed breath, even though she knew the comment was coming. Reese looked over at her grandmother and shook her head. “We’re friends.”
“Friends that are doing more than just playing Bingo. I’m not stupid, Reese. I was young once too and just like you, I was just friends with a guy.”
Reese instantly felt uncomfortable at the mere thought of her grandmother doing half of what her and Phillip did, but she shook the thought away and reiterated, “Really, we are just friends.”
“So were we, but things changed, and then I married him.”
Reese blanched before shaking her head. Her and Pawpa? Ew.
“While I love the image you just painted of you and my pawpa, I hate to burst your bubble, Grandma, because he’s just my friend. No wedding bells, no pitter-patter of little feet, nothing. We are friends and that’s it.”
She laughed as she shook her head. “If he was just a friend, you wouldn’t have brought him. He does something to you, makes your feel, and that scares you. My advice, darling, even though you haven’t asked for it, is if you don’t want more than sex with that man, let him go, cause he is falling for you.”
“No, he isn’t,” Reese said, making a face.
“Yes, he is, I can see it, everyone can. He is completely smitten with you.”
“No,” Reese said again, “he’s not. We are friends.”
Her grandma shook her head before looking down at the cards right as Phillip fell into his seat. He looked over and winked at her playfully. Even though her whole body went hot, and she smiled back, she saw something. Something that could mean that her grandmother might be very right.
And that couldn’t happen.
The kisses were hot. Her body, on fire. Everything was so hot, so demanding, as Phillip quickly ripped every single inch of clothing off her. She lengthened her neck as he licked and nipped at her, his fingers biting into her hips. She arched her back, and he ran his tongue down the valley of her breast before taking the time to kiss each one before taking her nipple in his mouth to torment her. Dipping his fingers inside her, he pressed his thumb to her clit, applying pressure while fucking her with his fingers at the same time. Her moans filled her apartment, her fingers tangling in his hair as his body shook with want. He was going to rip her apart. He was going to make her body his, and nothing was going to stop him. She came hard, shaking underneath his large, talented hands, but he wasn’t done. Kissing down her belly, he licked her thighs and then ran his tongue slowly up her *, his eyes never leaving hers.
God, she was beautiful as she came off her climax.
“I think we should try a threesome.”
His mouth froze as his brows came together. She was breathing heavily, her heart pounding in her chest. He could hear it, feel it, but none of that mattered because surely he did not hear her right.
“Excuse me?”
She looked down at him, sitting up on her elbows, and he did the same.
“I think it would be fun. Maybe another girl. You have a friend you can call, right? Or I can call someone, maybe.”
He could only blink as she looked at him as if she was saying, ‘Pass me the cream’. Was she fucking serious?
He wanted to say ‘fuck to the hell no,’ but instead he said, “Um, I don’t know.”
“Why not? It would be fun. Wanna call someone now?”