If you want to make ’em, we’ve got our work cut out. It was almost as enjoyable as what they could do with their bodies. “Hm. I texted her back immediately. Hey, Charity. “You can—”
Before Helen could say anything else, Bobbi doubled over on me, burying her face in my neck for the first time as she began convulsing in my arms, letting a loud, guttural cry escape through clenched teeth as her nails continued to dig deeper into my shoulders. “Sorry, boss,” Erin said with a Cheshire grin as she approached me. 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. As for your firm, that can wait till next week, or they can get a phone call since you’re coming with me to the Catskills tomorrow.”
There was silence for a long moment, and then she said, “Yes, sir.”
“Thanks for handling this, Chloe,” I said.
