She came willingly and placed her hands on my chest as her lips met mine. Her icy stare radiated cold sensuality as she locked her gaze on the small woman in my grasp, and her dark pink lips curled in a predatory smile. I had no reason to distrust Erin, and she knew my wishes. “Well, if it makes you feel any better, she isn’t crazy about you, either,” I said. I felt her lay a kiss on my shoulderblade. That, along with the complete lack of makeup, suggested she’d recently showered. Erin lay on top of her, pressing her lips to the creamy skin of Helen’s shoulder. On my way to the kitchen to make some coffee, I checked my phone and found a few messages. “Gotta get my workout in before we leave for the weekend,” I said, placing my coffee on a table. Helen was turning Bobbi slowly, so they both faced us and reached down to grasp the hem of the younger woman’s baggy shirt. It’s been a while since I’ve felt her lips on me.”
“Not at all,” Erin said, scooting away from Helen and then standing up. Reaching it, I opened it and walked straight in. Helen sat at the foot of my California King without a scrap of clothing on.
