<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/21/ArthurPaige2.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Arthur Paige<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Patio area<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><em><del>Brown Leather Jacket,</del></em>Jeans, White T-Shirt, white socks, Bright yellow boxers with little multi-colored kiss marks on them, brown leather boots<br/><strong>Content Warning</strong>:Massage<br/><strong>Optional</strong><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Emma, Cloe, Johnathan, Lance<br/><hr/><br/>The feel of Chloe's skin under his fingers was really doing a number on his body. His body heat alone had risen at least a few degrees and a tight ball of pressure was starting to form deep in his loin. As the girl let her jacket slide off her shoulders, the challenge of not trying to peek down her shirt became overwhelming. Only his desire not to ruin the moment and his budding friendship with everyone at the table held him in check. Mostly. In the end, he gave in to his urges and snuck a quick peek.<br/><br/><em> Maybe she won't notice</em>Chloe might not, but Arthur was pretty sure Emma would notice everything. He watched the other woman take off her shoes, wondering what was going through her mind as Johnathan made his way over to Chloe. And that made him think about jealousy. The way these parties tended to go, the players would need to check their jealousy at the door. His hands and now Johnathan's were all over Chloe, but he had no doubt that, they would be somewhere on Emma's body before the night was through. The whole thing felt like something out of one of those cheap erotica novella's he had read a few times on Kindle. Except hotter, ten times hotter.<br/><br/>Giving Emma a sly wink he whispered in Chloe's ear. "I have a few other things I am good with as well."<br/><br/>A soft gasp slipped past his lips as he watched Johnathan work on the woman's feet and legs. Seeing her tussling the other man's hair, left him wondering how wonderful that it must have felt. Risking another venture under her top, but still not risking going too far, Arthur looked down at Johnathan. He wanted to say something naughty, to ask the woman how it felt having two sets of hands on her body. Instead, he glanced at Emma and Lance, before letting his heated gaze linger on Emma.<br/><br/>"How long are we supposed to do this?" He asked. "Not that I don't love the feel of your skin under my fingers, but it will be kinda hard to hold our cards when our hands are busy elsewhere."