Maybe the real thrill was the taboo of the forbidden... and the occasional public places... and the fact that Jake liked to do her in front of windows and mirrors... and the multiple orgasms...

Sharon’s phone started to buzz as the Imperial March from Star Wars began to play. She groaned. Well, that was one way to kill her libido fast.

Reluctantly, she picked up the phone and answered.

“Hello.”

“Sharon, why haven’t you given Melinda a name for your date yet? Are you not bringing one?” Her mother’s sharp tone sliced at her and Sharon leaned back against the sofa, dropping her head back and closing her eyes as she prepared to deal with her parental unit. Hello to you too, mom, I’m doing well, how are you?

“I’m going to bring someone.”

“Well she needs to be able to make out the name cards for the seating arrangements. Lorraine says you still haven’t given them a name for your plus one.”

Of course Aunt Lorraine would insist on having a name. Leaving it blank or having to write it in last minute would horrify her. Melinda wouldn’t give a crap, but she was probably letting her mom handle most of the wedding details. It was just easier to let Aunt Lorraine have her way. Sharon could sympathize. If she ever got married, she would probably elope just so she wouldn’t have to deal with her parents.

“I’ll call her this weekend,” Sharon said, neatly sidestepping the need to give her mom a name now. The last thing she wanted was for her mom to call up Aunt Lorraine with Brian’s name and then have him not be able to go. For her mother and aunt, trying to switch names on them last minute would be even worse than being late with one.

“Be sure that you do.” The order in her mother’s brisk voice was clear. “It’s rude to keep them waiting.”

“I will, mother. Oh, oops, look at the time, I have to go, I’ll talk to you later, bye.” Sharon hung up the phone before her mom could respond and scrunched up her face, pinching the bridge of her nose.

Dammit. 

She sighed and picked up her phone again, pulling up Brian’s number and swiping to call. A feeling of guilt niggled at her, which was stupid. It wasn’t like she and Jake were actually dating. They haven’t even talked about being exclusive fuck buddies, despite his little show of jealousy over Kincaid last weekend. And she wasn’t going to be doing anything romantic or sexual with Brian even if he was her date to her cousin’s wedding.

Hell, her pleasure box could use a break. They were approaching ‘too much of a good thing’ territory.

Unfortunately, Brian’s phone sent her to voicemail.