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“Earlier you said we had a busy night. Is something happening tonight?”
He looked way too amused for my comfort. “I’ll let you guess, but before you ponder it, just remember where you are.”
“Give me a hint.”
“It starts with a B.”
“Blowjob?”
“Fuck. Why did you have to say that? Now, I’m gonna be scooting down the road with major wood.”
I concentrated and repeated to myself, “Where we are…where we are…I know! Barbecue!”
“Good guess, but no. I’ll give you another hint. You might get lucky tonight.”
I laughed. “Ball gag.”
“Bingo!”
“That’s it? I’m right? Ball gag?”
“No, Perky. Bingo. That’s the answer. It’s Bingo night.”
“COME IN!” I YELLED over my shoulder as I stood in front of the mirror in the guest bedroom finishing tying up my hair into a ponytail.
The door creaked open. “Come in? Fuck. You gotta stop talking dirty like that to me when we’re about to go out and be in front of a hundred senior citizens.”
I laughed, “Come in isn’t dirty. It’s your brain that’s dirty, Carter.”
He walked and stood close behind me, speaking to my reflection. “I think you should avoid using certain words tonight, like come and maybe a few others.”
“What others might that be?”
“Off the top of my head? Blow, suck, jerk, hole, ride, bend, swallow, inside, meat, nuts, slurp, taste, munch, lick, pull, yank, hot, warm, wet, nibble, throb, bang, cherry, box, eat, ache, stroke, push, pull, ram, screw, messy, plow, thrust, and fill.”
My eyebrows shot up. “All of that was off the top of your head?”
Carter looked down and groaned. “Fuck. Better add head to that list, too.”
“I think you’ve gone insane.” Finishing my hair, I turned to face him. Since he had been standing behind me in the mirror, I hadn’t noticed what he was wearing. “You’re wearing your uniform? To Bingo?”
Cocky Carter seemed to blush. “The ladies ask me to wear it.”
I covered my mouth and cracked up. “Oh my God. You’re old lady eye candy.”
“Shut up.” Carter was embarrassed. It was the first time I’d seen him be modest about his looks, so I couldn’t help but goad him.
“You’re their bingo bitch.”
“Pipe down, Perky.”
“The cougar caller.”
He shook his head, but I could see the corners of his mouth twitch.
“You’re their PILF.”
“PILF?”
