“I really need this tonight,” Joan murmured.
“Me, too.”
They kissed deeply, sharing their mutual need.
“Wanna have some fun?” Sadie said.
“Always.”
“We haven’t used something from the toybox in a while.”
Joan smiled against her mouth. “What do you want to play with?”
A rush of liquid heat filled Sadie’s clit. The way Joan purred about playing with toys…
She nibbled on Joan’s neck, cupping one of her breasts and kneading it. “Fuck, Joanie, I want you so bad.”
Joan growled and snaked her hands under Sadie’s pink blouse, undoing the clasp on her bra. “Nothing gets me hotter than when you say that.”
Sadie licked at Joan’s collarbone, using her teeth to pull the strap of the tank top down. This was exactly what they needed to yank the first orgasm out of them both. The second (and third and hopefully beyond) would be gentler.
She freed Joan’s breast from her shirt and bent to savor it.
The front door opened.Fuck!
Joan jerked back with an angry “Damn it, Mark!”
Only Greta stood there, an amused smirk tugging at her lips.
“Damn it, Greta!” Joan amended, adjusting her shirt.
“Nice to see you, too,” Greta said in her blunt voice.
Every cell in Sadie’s body screamed at being denied the promise of release. Of course it was Greta deactivating the alarm and breaking in.
“When you said you wanted to get together,” Joan said, “I didn’t take that to mean right this minute.”
“I texted you. Hi, Sadie.”
“Hi, Greta. Welcome home.”Damn it!
Joan grasped at the air, sparks flickering from her fingertips. “Boundaries, remember? I don’t live alone anymore. You have to let me know if you’re going to stop by.”
She stalked to the alarm and pressed several buttons. Sadie pulled at her shirt, awkwardly tucking her boobs into the sagging cups on her unhooked bra. “How was France?”
“Great,” Greta said. She looked rested and refreshed, her straight black hair cut a few inches shorter. Her army-style jacket and shiny black boots appeared to be new. Hopefully purchased and not pilfered.
She lounged against the island countertop. “Am I interrupting something?”
“Yes,” Joan said in the same tone as Sadie did in her head.
“You’re gonna want to hear this.” Greta glanced around, taking in the melded décor of Joan’s modern tastes with Sadie’s kitschy items. “You know I tune out what’s going on when I’m out of town. But the news about what’s happening here reached my little village.”
“It’s pretty bad,” Sadie said.
“More than you know.”
Joan joined her, resting her fingertips between Sadie’s shoulder blades in what felt like aTo be continuedgesture.
