Feminine VOLUPTUOUS [Erotic Romance]

CHAPTER TEN:

Our lips are finally released with a need to meet in an hour. I'm tempted to stay, but she's in business mode. It's really late, and she needs to finalize her receipts. So, I'm getting a hotel nearby. My driver’s going to be back to pick her up safely.

But what I find as I walk out the door is a standing ovation by Mike! The asshole’s posed leaning against the wall.

Even Yesenia walks up with some kind of documents in her hand. Her red nails are bright against the white papers as she hands Mike a stack.

“Awww…see what eroticism does for everyone.” She smirks.

“Lots of nutting.” Mike adds proudly.

Vanna walks out shyly as she looks around. Both Mike and Yesenia lift their papers. Large numbers, scores, are written in big prints.

Scored a 10 by Yesenia standards, fucking Mike holds an 8.

I lift my eyebrow.

“My eyes are fucking damaged and my vocals were ruined in shock for an hour. I gave you a deduction.”

We all started laughing.

“Fuck, Man! Your nosy ass had to open the door!” I told him. So, that's who interrupted me, clamping her walls. She was already convulsing!

“I thought someone was being hurt, Asshole!”

“I was trying to get suffocated in the goods.”

Kitty smacks my chest. Her finger nails bright against my black suit jacket. I turn, taking in Vanna’s hand, our eyes connect, as my thumb rubbed against her palm.

Mike lifts his eyebrow, smirking as Yesenia puts her hand over heart.

“So cute!” Yesenia says excitedly.

“Keep it up, Yesenia. You might be working on our new statue.”

She smirks.

“Just add smaller shriveled balls, Red.” Mike says.

I flipped him off.

“Are they always like this, Yesi?” Vanna asks.

“All the fucking time, V! But you will get used to their bromance.”

Vanna rolls her eyes as she starts to move forward. I tighten my hold, unafraid of my affection when I peck her lips slowly. It gets a little heated.

As I open my eyes, Mike's standing there with his phone in my face. I nod my head towards Mike, “He's a dick” I tell Kitty.

“See Vanna,” Mike says, throwing his arm over my shoulder, “We both bust his balls.”