Chapter Four
Sarina finished off her sandwich, burped, blushed and said, “Excuse me.”
“Good food always deserves a belch,” Brandt said. “At least that’s what my mother used to say.”
“She must have been a smart woman.”
“She was,” he smiled. “She would have loved you. And the twins... don’t even get me started.”
“Actually, getting you started is half of the reasons we’re out here right now.”
Crawling on her hands and knees, she pressed her body against him, liking the way he just lay back for her.
“I guess we’ve moved onto dessert now,” said Brandt.
“Not even close, baby.”
“Well then,” he grinned. “Let me assist you.”
Need, the edgy sort that made for jerky, hurried movements, pumped through Sarina as she hurriedly stripped her clothes. Her breasts ached as Brandt’s mouth found her
