"Well," she whispered in my ear, archly. "Aren't you ripe for the plucking?"

"Shut the fuck up and get your fingers in me," I growled back, and she laughed the most husky laugh I'd ever heard. Her fingers slipped up and down, teasing me relentlessly, and then -

And then Sandy got back.

"Really, guys? Here?" she muttered, sliding in next to Linda and hip-bumping her to get her to stop.

What the fuck, Sandra, seriously...

"No, you're right," Linda agreed, pulling her hand free and licking her fingers before picking up her drink. "We must be rational about this."

I side-eyed Sandy with the meanest glare I could muster....