OvercomingtheNeed by Zenobia Renquist

amazed
expression.
    “Was that payment enough?” Naomie asked innocently.
    Clay nodded slowly. “Uh huh.”
    “Good. Remember to send the pictures to the email addresses
we gave you.”
    “Uh huh.”
    “We’ll see our way out.”
    “Uh huh.”
    Naomie and Mia giggled at each other as they dressed and
gathered their things. Clay didn’t move from his spot or stop staring at the
ceiling the entire time. They visited the employee restroom to wash their
hands, which led to more giggling.
    Mia asked, “You think he’ll do another session with the
company camera next time we’re at the mall? I would really like to see your
pussy in sepia tones.”
    “I am sepia tones, you nut.” Naomie flicked water at her.
    Mia squeaked and dodged. “But that means the wash would
accent you.”
    “Let’s go. We are not using the company camera. Those
pictures get stored somewhere that would get Clay in trouble. Us too if they
figured out who we are.”
    They walked arm in arm to the front door. Clay would have to
lock up again—or not—when he snapped out of his stupor.
    Mia said, “Let’s go pick out those sweatpants you wanted.”
    Good thing Mia said something because Naomie had forgotten
about the sweatpants. Good sex always played havoc with her memory. Sometimes
she forgot to get dressed afterward, which annoyed—or maybe aroused—the few
neighbors who had gotten an eyeful when she opened the door in her state of
undress. A nap was the best cure but not an option while at the mall. Her nap
was waiting at home for her with Dane curled around her.
    Naomie grinned. She couldn’t wait to see how Dane reacted to
the sweatpants. She knew what he would say about the swimsuit. The same thing
he said about all Naomie’s clothes—it looked good but it looked better while he
was taking it off. She didn’t think the sweatpants would get the same response.
It would be disappointing if they did.
    She would find out for sure on Saturday. First she had to
convince Dane to let her out of the house after showing him her new swimsuit.
Knowing her man, they would be arriving to the party late so he could decide the
best angle for viewing the swimsuit while her pussy was wrapped around his
dick.

Chapter Three
    For a Party
     
    “Look who finally decided to show up,” Luke called to the
crowd milling around his heated outdoor pool, which was the only way he could hold
a pool party this early in the year.
    The majority of his guests looked his way and several
yelled, “Naomie.”
    She smiled big. “Hi hi.”
    Dane grumbled low, “Sometimes I hate how popular you are.”
    “I love you, Big D.”
    “Uh huh. Now I see why you brought those cookies this
morning.”
    “I did that to get a quickie in your office. If you want to
see it as paying it forward, we can do that too. But I figured letting you have
the first round with my new swimsuit was payment enough.”
    He smacked her ass and then gripped it with a strong
squeeze. “Don’t play too much.”
    “I won’t.” Naomie raised up on tiptoe so she could kiss his
chin.
    Luke said, “Oh let her have fun, Dane. Most everyone here
knows her and they’ve been looking forward to this.” He looked over Dane’s bare-chested,
board-short-clad body with an appreciative eye. “I have too.”
    Naomie pulled away from Dane so she could hug Luke’s arm.
Toned muscle with no fat flexed beneath her fingers. Luke’s hyper metabolism
meant he couldn’t gain weight to save his life. Seriously. One bad bout of
sickness would take him out, and he wasn’t a fan of cold either, hence he’d
bought a house that came with a heated pool.
    What Luke lacked in weight, he made up for in muscle. Luke
was tight and ripped. He was the type women wrote off as too skinny until he
took his shirt off and then he had everyone’s attention. Naomie was no
exception. Light tan, mesmerizing sea-blue eyes, boy-next-door looks and fluffy
brown hair cut short so it framed his face—Luke was stunning. Seeing