He shrugged, slightly abashedly. ‘I’ve been told touching tongues feels nice,’ he explained patiently. ‘Just please trust me when I try someth...ng like that, okay?’I thought a moment, then nodded. ‘Okay,’ I agreed, and moved to kiss him again.This time when his tongue darted out I accepted it and chased it with my own. It DID feel nice! In fact, it well and truly started the heat in my tummy again.One of Danny’s hands was on my face, cupping my cheek; the other roamed gently, finding a breast. “This Max,” My mother began, moving over to my side, “Is my business associate, Olivia.” I stood up from where I was sitting and reached my hand out to him. He took it firmly in his own and shook it. He then looked back over to my mother. “What do you need her for?” He asked. I pretended to look a little saddened by his question, but I understood where it was coming from. If he was the boss, he needed to know these things. “Well,” she began, pulling a folder from the side of her desk and. " She hiccoughed and felt the blush rise up her neck. His lips broke into an evil grin, and she smiled, then bit her lip. His eyes twinkled as his fingers crawled up her thigh.She squirmed in her chair and shifted toward the table, thinking his hand would stop, but he kept inching higher. Slowly, he worked his way up her leg, teasing her. She put her hand on top of his. He squeezed her thigh. She pulled his fingers back playfully. He laughed just a little too hard at his friend's joke. She knew. "She walked over to my bed; the covers were only just pulled up since getting up earlier, and she swept them back, sat down, then swiveled and flopped back, spreading her legs open."Wanna to make a bet on it?"I told her I did and she put her hand underneath her and said, "Guess how many fingers I have up?" Two." Yep," she said and took her hand out and raised two fingers as she laughed. "Well, you won, what's taking you so long?"I got on the bed, moved between her legs and dropped my head down.