Frankie
“Please don’t reject me,” Clayton whispers to me while we are kissing under the canopy of the trees.
“I won’t reject you,” I reply, and we deepen the kiss. Our tongues dance and explore each other’s mouths as our hands begin to explore. His hand brushes lightly over my breasts, and I let out a little moan.
“Sorry,” He chuckles softly.
“Don’t be,” I say back to him. My hands slip beneath the jacket of his suit. I can feel his well-defined muscles under the soft shirt. I imagine us rolling around on my bed in the throes of passionate lovemaking, sealing our bond.
We finally pull away from each other to take a breath. “Wow,” Clayton breathes out. He stares down at me. He is taller than me but not by much. I am five foot seven, and he seems to be just over six feet. He runs the
