Page 60 of Their Wicked Ways

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Page 60 of Their Wicked Ways

I nodded, hating the little flutter in my chest. Going out to dinner together wasn’t a big deal.

It didn’t matter that they’d seen me naked—twice. This was just a friendly thing between coworkers.

“How about you head home and get ready. We’ll text you a time and place, and you meet us there?”

“Yeah.” I nodded again, a little too eagerly. What did it say about me that I was almost as excited about them taking over the planning as I was about going to dinner with them?

“Awesome.” Wes patted my thigh. “We’ll see you in a bit.”

“Yeah. Okay.” I waved.

Really, waved? Awkward, party of me.

Chuckling, Wes waved back, and Ez shot me some exaggerated finger guns.

I hurriedly got into my car and cranked the engine. I needed to get over this weirdness if I was going to get through a whole dinner with them.

“You’re going out with friends,” I muttered, hurrying down the street toward the restaurant where I was meeting Ez and Wes. “It’s dinner with some guys from work. It’s not a big deal. Stop making it one.”

When I was at the corner, I slowed down to a normal walk so I didn’t look desperate, but I still tripped over nothing when I saw Ez and Wes standing in front of the entrance to the restaurant, their heads bowed as they spoke quietly.

Both men looked up as I did a weird two-step but managed to keep my balance.

So much for not being weird.

“Hey.” Ez grinned, looking me up and down.

Wait, did he just check me out?

“Hey.” I fought the urge to take my phone out of my pocket so I’d have something to fiddle with. “Have you been waiting long?”

“We just got here.” Wes’s smile was just as appreciative as Ez’s.

I’d put a white button-up on with a pair of black pants that had a slight sheen to them and were tight in all the right places. They’d gotten me a lot of tips over the past twelve months.

Did he like them on me?

“We hit every green light on the way here,” he continued. “That’s never happened.”

“Lucky. I hit every red one.” I swept my gaze up their bodies, drinking them in.

They always looked good, but right then, they looked incredible.

Wes had paired black slacks with a black button-up, and both fit him like a glove, showing off his broad chest, big shoulders,and thick thighs. The contrast between his dark clothes and light coloring was amazing.

Ezra looked just as good in a baby blue shirt that made his eyes practically glow and a pair of midnight-blue slacks that hugged every muscle in his fit legs and ass. He’d also put his piercings in, and the little hints of silver in his eyebrow, the corner of his lower lip, and his nose gleamed enticingly in the evening light.

My eyes fell to the ring in his lip. He hadn’t had it in at the club or when they’d helped me move. My own lips tingled. What would it feel like to kiss him with it in?

“All set?” Ez asked.

“Yes!” I blurted, my cheeks heating with a blush.

It’s dinner with friends, I reminded myself.Friends don’t think about kissing other friends.

Wordlessly, I fell into step with them, and we walked into the restaurant together.

The hostess seated us in a booth tucked into the back corner and left us with our menus.




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