What would she look like after Rose Marie arrived? Would her waist and abdomen ever return to normal? Would her breasts sag? Charity had assured her they would, a bit. In her typical no-nonsense fashion, Charity had told her that her figure would never be the same, but her men would cherish her regardless of whether her abdomen ever returned to its original muscle tone or her breasts lost a little of their firmness.
She’d told Grace that in some ways, her husband, Justin, seemed to treat her body after the kids had been born in a way that approached worship.
Knowing her men already had adoration down to an art form, Grace tried not to worry too much.
Her body tingled all over now, as she recalled the tenderness with which Ethan had made love to her earlier, bringing her to orgasm with his mouth, and then he had loved her with his cock to a second exquisite climax. The adoration in his sparkling blue gaze the whole time had added an even deeper emotional element to their lovemaking, and any doubts she’d had about her beauty before or after Rose Marie arrived were laid to rest.
Afterward, Ethan had helped her dress. With her body still tingling from his lovemaking, Grace knew he had picked the lingerie to maximize the effect. The dress rubbed deliciously against her nipples, keeping them constantly hard, though the pattern of the dress made that fact much less noticeable.
The pink lace boyshorts were a luxuriant, stretchy lace that clung to her curves but didn’t bind beneath her rounded abdomen. The added benefit of the boy shorts was that the center seam was split and joined together by neat little bows which could be undone.
Ethan had demonstrated that a well-placed finger could also slip easily between the bows for a quick, naughty caress against her clit. The notion of him doing that now as she sat in his lap had her cunt clenching in anticipation.
Ethan gave her a knowing smile as he gazed at her, and Grace was certain he knew exactly what was going through her mind. She glanced up and smiled playfully when she realized Jack and Adam were watching them with interest obvious in their gazes.
“What lascivious thoughts lurk in your mind, Gracie?” Ethan asked as his other hand slid surreptitiously from the back of her bare knee to her upper thigh under the dress.
It was a good thing they sat in the corner with the table before them, otherwise his misbehavior would’ve been more noticeable as his hand traced higher to the tender juncture between her upper thigh and derriere. Jack and Adam pretended not to notice.
Unfortunately, Kent Hargrove’s snide remark filtered though the haze of lust rapidly overtaking good sense.
“Summer, you need to remember your little niche in the retail world, selling sex toys and bondage gear, might give you a slightly narrower focus than the rest of us.”
Summer chuckled good-naturedly and replied, “I beg to differ, Kent. Sex sells. Everything. Take the way they design cars, for instance. Look at the new Camaros and the timeless styling of the Corvette for, oh, the last thirty years or so. Corvette, please. They could have more aptly named it the ‘Curvette.’ That rear end is not just about power and tight suspension. Sorry, big boy. That is a woman’s hips and ass. Look at the Ford Shelby Mustang. Add the spoilers, the racing stripes, and pounding stereo and you know what you have, right?”
Kent rolled his eyes, “No, but I’m sure you’ll share your take on it, won’t you?”
With his rudeness, he’d just earned himself a permanent “thumbs-down” from Grace. Summer knew exactly what she was talking about.
Summer giggled and said, “Sorry you’re not feeling it, Kent, but every honest man here will testify that’s an erect cock going down the road at eighty-five miles an hour. Am I wrong?” Summer asked, looking at the other men around the table. She didn’t ask it in an obnoxious way, and her argument was compelling as hell, at least to Grace’s ears.
“I’m not going to disagree with you, Summer,” Jack said, before adding with a chuckle, “But we thought it was a well-guarded secret.”
Everybody at the table burst into laughter. Kent didn’t share in the levity of the moment.
Summer continued, “Which proves the point I was trying to make. Even when we want to deny it or keep it a secret, sex sells everything.”
Confirming Grace’s firm feeling that Kent didn’t fit well in their group, Ethan whispered, “I could’ve done without this asshole’s presence tonight. Where did Summer find him?”
“He’s a public relations consultant in Morehead.”
“Damn. He’s so not hired. He does PR and he argues with his date like that when she’s right?” Ethan murmured as his fingers swirled in a distracting manner against the edge of her panties. “He should treat her with more respect. Does he have any idea how successful Discretion is?”