“I did,” Tracy answered honestly.
“I missed you,” he said as he lowered his mouth to hers.
He pressed his lips to hers and licked the seam of her mouth. Before she knew it, she was melting into his big body, kissing him with a desperation that demonstrated exactly how much she truly missed him. Tracy held on tight as Francis’ tongue probed her hungry mouth. His hands wandered her body, caressing her neck to her swollen breasts, then ultimately her ass. He moaned into her mouth and lifted her on the vanity. Tracy was so desperate to feel him that she wished she could “Bewitched nose wiggle” out of her clothes.
The kiss became feverish. She could hear herself panting.
“Hey, Tracy!” Victoria shouted, her voice the equivalent of a cold bucket of water.
“Aww, shit. I’m sorry,” she said, backing out of the doorway. “I didn't know that…my bad.”
Francis pulled back, but the look in his eye was that of a hungry lion.
“It’s okay, Victoria. Were you coming to summon Tracy to the meeting?”
“Yep. But we can wait.”
“No. It’s okay. Thank you.”
Francis placed his hand on Tracy’s shoulders and kissed her sweetly on the forehead. “Go with Victoria. I need to make a few adjustments,” he grinned.
Tracy chuckled and wiped her gloss from his lips.
“I’ll see you downstairs.”
Tracy walked out of the bathroom, and, together, she and Victoria exited the bedroom. Victoria turned to Tracy with a puzzled expression.
“What?” Tracy questioned as she straightened out her clothes.
“What is it with y’all and bathrooms?”
