This wasn’t me, or at least, it wasn't me earlier today, sprinting through Charles De Gaulle with a sour mood. That Ava didn’t end up in hotel rooms with two gorgeous strangers, letting them take her apart piece by piece. But here I was, and the thought of leaving couldn't be further away.
Rae leaned in, kissing me slow I melted into it as my hands found her waist, pulling her closer. Julian watched, smirking.
“f**k, you two,” he muttered. “You’re gonna kill me.”
Rae broke the kiss, grinning at him. “Not yet, baby. We’ve got plans.”
“Plans?” I asked, my voice shakier than I wanted.
She stood, pulling me with her, my legs wobbly but steady enough. Julian sat up, his back against the headboard, his c**k already hard again. He looked like a god, all lean muscle and dark eyes, waiting for
