Double Date Sparks Cross Over

The restaurant lights cast a warm glow over the four of them as they settled into the corner booth, the kind of place with low music and strong drinks that made everything feel a little looser. Trent sat close to Naomi, his hand resting casually on her thigh under the table, but his eyes kept drifting across to Warrick. The man was built like he spent every free hour in the gym—broad shoulders stretching his button-down, thick arms folded on the table, that easy dominant posture that made people lean in when he spoke. Naomi had always noticed it. Hell, she’d admitted it to herself more than once in the quiet of their bedroom, fingers slipping between her legs while Trent slept beside her, picturing Warrick’s heavy hands instead.

Aisha laughed at something Warrick said, her dark eyes sparkling as she leaned into her husband. She was all curves and confidence, thirty and unapologetic about it. “You two look good tonight,” she said, raising her glass. “Date night energy. Or is it more than that?”

Naomi smiled, feeling the heat already building low in her belly. She wore a tight black dress that hugged her tits and stopped mid-thigh, and she knew Warrick had clocked it the second they walked in. His gaze had dragged over her slowly, openly, like he had every right. Trent had noticed too—she’d felt him stiffen beside her, that mix of nerves and something hotter he never quite named out loud.

“Just needed to get out,” Trent said, voice a little tight. He was twenty-eight like her, solid but softer than Warrick, the kind of guy who worked a desk and fantasized about the things he was too polite to demand. Naomi squeezed his hand under the table. She knew. She’d caught him more than once with his cock in his fist, whispering about watching her get fucked by someone bigger, meaner. Someone like the man sitting across from them.