The room service cart arrived faster than expected, the steak was juicy, the fries crispy. We ate on the bed, half-naked, passing the can of whipped cream around for fun, spraying it on fries and laughing like idiots.
“Whipped cream on fries?” I said, popping a combo in my mouth. “You two are weird.”
Julian grinned, licking a dab of cream off his finger. “Wait till you see what else we do with it.”
Rae leaned over and kissed my cheek. “He’s not kidding.”
We finished eating, the plates pushed aside, the can of whipped cream now the center of attention. Julian grabbed it, shaking it with that evil smirk still plastered on his face.
“Shirts off,” he said, voice commanding.
I glanced at Rae, who was already peeling off her shirt, her breasts bare and perfect.
“You heard him,” she said
