Jocelyn’s s*x was sweet, still fragrant from the earlier lovemaking, and turning pungent. Alex could imagine satisfying the blushing pink p***y the remainder of the day, until the evening, maybe the night. Maybe she’d call Will and tell him she was staying over that night. He’d been much too busy with work to bother about her. He probably wouldn’t bat an eye at her impromptu vacation from the apartment, the way he was when he was working on layouts and the designs weren’t right, and he was a bear to be with. He’d be happy to have her happily elsewhere, unless of course, he needed her body to alleviate his physical tension.
Such ideas came to mind as she let her tongue commence its journey about the fragrant flower that was Jocelyn’s s*x. She heard the murmuring sounds of arousal draw her
