I’m here! Add me!
Sloan couldn’t help but laugh when the group alert popped up.Xeni has added you to Intersectional Feminists of Benetton.She accepted the invite, scanning the names at the top of the screen under the perfectly named group. Joanna, Keira, Meegan, Sarah, Shae, Xeni. She’d only had the chance to hang out with Joanna and Shae’s cousin Keira a couple of times, but they were very nice.
Xeni: I just added her.
Hiiiiiiiiiii!
Are you jumping me into your lady
violence gang? I feel so special!
Sarah: Hey!
Keira: Hey Sloan! How are you?
I’m great. How are you ladies doing?
“You’re up.” Sloan looked up as Rafe walked into the room wearing nothing but a pair of boxer briefs. A weird sense of panic made her press her phone to her chest like she was caught doing something wrong.
“Good morning,” she said as he climbed on the bed. “I’ll be with you in one second.”
“Take your time,” he replied with a groan. Sloan almost orgasmed watching him stretch out on the sheets beside her.
Keira: Good. Just telling the girls
about my husband’s latest work drama.
Shit. Keep telling. I’ll brb.
She set her phone on the nightstand and turned back to Rafe. “Hi. Sorry. Just chatting with the girls.” She almost melted when his mouth and his mustache tipped up at the corner in a sexy smile.
“Telling them how you drained me of all of my bodily fluids last night?”
“No. I didn’t get that far yet, but I will. Imma tell errrbody. How long have you been up?”
“Not too long, but I didn’t want to wake you so I put the quiche in the oven.”
“What kind of quiche is it?”
“Bacon, spinach and onion. There’s fruit salad too,” he said before he leaned up and kissed her, reminding Sloan that her pussy was still very much in need of some personal attention.
“Mmm, that sounds delicious.”
“I don’t think you’ll be disappointed.”
“So, I have a problem.”
“Yeah? What’s going on?”
“I’m still wet,” Sloan said, shooting her crotch a meaningful look.
“Oh yeah?” Rafe shuffled around a bit so he could get his arm under the covers. Sloan tried to hold still as his warm fingers ghosted over her thigh, but all her effort didn’t stop her from breathing in a little harder when his fingers brushed against her slit. “Yeah, you are pretty wet.” Rafe pulled his hand away, then rudely licked his fingers.
“How am I supposed to get out of bed like this?”
“I don’t know. You might have to stay in bed all day.”
“But what about our first date?”
