Christian and I were home and in the bedroom in record time.
Our lips are like magnets. Pulled only apart for a split second while we undress to our underwear
before being pulled back to each other in a snap.
Christian groans deeply and lowers me onto the middle of the bed before reattaching his lips to
the soft skin on my neck.
"My makeup artists won't be happy if they have to cover up a hickey," I chide.
He squeezes my underthighs and moves away from that one spot, trailing kisses down to my
panty line.
Upon arrival, he pauses for a moment, looking up with confusion.
"Lisa? What's this?"
I frown and sit up on my elbows to see what he's refferring to. My mouth drops open in shock
when I see the faint purpleness creeping up around my hip bone.
I turn myself to the side a
