She purred into my lips as I grounded our lips together. I wanted to take it slow as this was not the main act. It was just to get her to ease up and relax.
Footstep padded downstairs and I abruptly pulled away from her to pick up my glass of champagne.
“Drink up,” I told her, pointing to her glass.
I looked towards the stairs as Jane landed and gave me a guilty look before turning to move towards the kitchen.
Why is she making me feel guilty over what I'm doing? This is my house and I can very well do the fuck what I want. I grew tense with irritation towards her attitude this evening.
I crossed my arm over Bee’s shoulder and changed the channel to rocks. She leaned into me bringing a smile to my lips. They happened to be streaming the “Harveys show” which was one of my favourite tv shows.