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.
“Fuck, 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 cock already hard again. He looked like a god, all lean muscle and dark eyes, waiting for us to come to him.
Rae pushed me forward. “Go to him.”
I climbed onto the bed, straddling his thighs, my hands bracing on his chest.
“You sure you can handle me again?” I teased, trying to match their co
