Death filled Jeanne’s thoughts in the most unusual way. First she saw the Santa Muerte in the window of the shop that she passed when she walked home. She thought how she wanted le petite mort from Terrence, she was throbbing so hard between her legs. Now that she had cemented her relationship with her sister, she wanted to cement her relationship with Terrence…even if she had not told Eliza about the two of them.
She and Terrence were not even a them yet…
Yet.
When she got to her apartment, she saw Mal. She ran full-speed to him, and wrapped her legs about his waist.
“You’re back!” she said, as he cradled her backside which made her throb all the more.
He kissed her neck, and Jeanne closed her eyes rolling her body in response to his kiss.
Mal followed her upstairs, and she opened the door with his arms about her waist.
He had gone to Paris, and she had not seen him for weeks. She had not expected to get involved with Terrence, while he was away. Now she was dating two men, and for a woman who had spent such a long period of time alone…it was odd for her to have choices. The choice to have Mal back handing her a small velvet black pouch with one hand, and delivering her a wild orgasm with his other hand.
She closed her eyes, and she could not help but think what it would be like to be in this same position with Terrence…
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