“I found a new one, baby.”

John was grilling; he loved to grill even in the winter, but immediately he put his tongs down and turned to me. “Did you now? Where?”

“He comes in the coffee shop all the time. And he always watches me. And flirts with me.”

“Of course he does,” John said, pulling me close. His hands settled on my hips for a moment before sliding down to cup my ass. When he pulled me close I could feel his cock was hard already, and I hadn’t even finished telling him about my new quarry. “You’re the best barista there.”

“He orders shaken tea,” I added, laughing. “There’s no real art to that.”

“But there’s art to this ass,” he said, squeezing my butt.