Her hips rolled as she ground herself into the lips pleasuring her. It was time to get down to business. Her legs were spread wide and her perfect nails were gently raking through my assistant’s silver hair, keeping Erin’s face buried in her crotch. Despite the kiss’s gentle caress, there was nothing but dark heat flickering in her eyes—flirting with Tara had obviously gotten her engine going. “It certainly appears as if she disappeared suddenly, but Tamara said the last time she saw Ashlee VanCamp was Tuesday. “Gotta get my workout in before we leave for the weekend,” I said, placing my coffee on a table. Spooned up behind her was Helen’s tall, lithe form, her arm wrapped around Bobbi’s middle as she held the submissive close. I didn’t want to inject something awkward into what felt like the beginnings of a good relationship. “Hell of a woman,” I said, turning to find Tara watching Erin disappear through the door. I suspected she was still trying to get used to the entire apartment being hers.
