Yeah, of course he does

Matt sighed. “Alright, I guess it could be worse.”

“What, do you hate my manicure?” Sarah laughed, wiggling her toes in her open-toed heels.

“Never,” Matt said, lifting her foot a little higher and tugging her towards him. Her butt shifted on the bench and her skirt rode up higher, showing a wide amount of her bare thigh to the rest of us.

Matt, holding her ankle to keep her foot still, awkwardly used his teeth to undo the little buckle at her ankle and tug it open, then fumbled around until he managed to tug the shoe off her foot, sending it to the porch deck. Without hesitation he held her heel and took her large toe, nail polished a green to match her dress and eyes, and sucked it between his lips as he made eye contact with her.

Sarah giggled and wiggled her toes, and when he released her she undid her other shoe herself and swung her leg over the armrest so he could reach both feet. “Now rub me, footman,” she crooned, making everyone laugh. Everyone but Tom, who I noticed was staring down Sarah's dress at her cleavage, which I was pretty sure he had a clear view of because of how she was now leaning low against him.

Grabbing the foot he had just put his lips to, Matt began rubbing it with both hands for a long minute before letting go with one and reaching over to the bowl. “My turn, right?” he asked, and then fished out a paper when Nicole agreed.

“Alright, I got Miranda,” he said, setting the paper back in the bowl and returning to his massaging. He looked across the circle at her, and then glanced to me and made eye contact before looking back at Miranda. “Alright girl, how about this? I dare you to straddle John's lap and neck on him until he has a hickey.”

Miranda snorted and laughed, glancing to me, then back at John. “What if I double-dog dare you?”

“I think it's time for me to leave,” I said, starting to stand up only half joking.

Miranda grabbed my hand and pulled me back down, her soft fingers wrapping around mine for a long moment and lingering. “No, stay, I won't do that,” she giggled. “Sure, that's an easy dare – especially because I'm not the one who's going to be walking around with a hickey.”

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