“I guess I owe you something, too, don’t I?” Frankie whispered. “I’d be paying you both back at the same time. I guess that would be okay.”
Paris didn’t know who moved first, but something drew them. Something so hot and strong that neither of them could deny it. Slowly they moved toward each other, each of them so sexually aware of the other one that it had to be the strong arm of destiny that pushed them together in a hungry embrace. A tangling of tongues and hardening of cocks made this twosome feel wild and free.
“Such a tender moment,” came a voice.
The two of them jumped apart and saw Shayde standing there watching them. “Uh, we—” Paris began.
“Forget it,” she said, her gaze darting around. “Where’s Grant?”
“I don’t know. He left a minute ago.”
“Good,” Shayde said as she slowly sat down. “Frankie, have you told Paris why you came back?”
“Haven’t had time. Grant’s been showing his ass again.”
“Hey, what is this?” Paris asked. “You two cooking something up?”