Rebecca ccarrived at 8:02 p.m.—black dress hugging her curves, red lace visible at the neckline and hem, heels clicking softly as she stepped inside. The moment the door closed she let the dress fall to the floor, standing there in the red lace bra and thong, garters clipped to sheer stockings, freckles flushed with anticipation, a playful little smirk on her lips.
"Paul just texted me 'Having a great round, be home late,'" she said, voice dripping with dry amusement as she walked straight to him. "I replied 'Have fun, honey' while I was literally in the Uber on my way here to get absolutely wrecked by the man who's about to own the condo I'm buying with his golf money. The irony is so thick I could use it as lube."
David chuckled low, pulling her close by the waist. "You're getting dangerously good at the sarcasm. Keep that up and I'll make you say it out loud while I'm balls deep."
