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against the wall. “You done dancing with my woman?”
Trevor gave him a huge smile. “She the one?”
Remy nodded. “Yes, she is, but she doesn’t know it yet. We have some things to work out.”
“Well, don’t take too long getting to it. A woman like that—smart, successful and beautiful—won’t be available for long.”
“You like her,” Remy said.
“What’s not to like?”
They watched her on the dance floor with Lacey’s father.
Trevor turned to Remy with a knowing smile on his face. “My offer still stands, I’d be into it.”
Remy felt the muscle in his jaw jump. In the past, he hadn’t really given a shit about sharing a woman with Trevor, because he had never cared enough about the woman. “I told her about it last night.”
“Let me guess, she begged you to call me, and you said no.” Trevor chuckled.
“I also told her about that night, when it was you and me.”
Trevor stared at the dance floor for a few moments. “That bother her?”
“Don’t think so.” Remy watched her also.
“I like her, and I’d like to.” Trevor smiled as Francesca rearranged Mr. Haviland’s hand that was moving too close to her ass.
“I’ll keep that in mind. But Trevor, I’m not pressing her,” he said, his tone holding some heat.
“Gotcha.” Trevor bumped his shoulder against Remy’s. “I like that you’re serious. Good luck with her.”
“Thanks. Some days I really need it.” Remy returned the bump.
As the party wound down, Remy could barely wait until they got into the room before he pulled up Francesca’s skirt and tore off her panties.
“Remy,” she shrieked, and then giggled.
“Gotta have you, Frankie.” He took her hard against the wall.
Afterward, they slowly undressed and fell into the bed. Francesca was draped across his chest. He had his arm under her and his hand palming her ass.
“Tonight was fun,” she said, circling his nipple with her finger.
“You were the most beautiful woman in the room.” He squeezed her ass harder.
“No, Lacey was. I thought she looked fantastic.”
Lacey had chosen a dress that was very short and covered in silver and white stones. Remy wasn’t sure where to look when he danced with her. He worried that her boobs would pop out at any moment, or they would all get a look at her ass if she kept dropping it to the floor.
“I think Trevor is half in love with you,” he said as he ran his fingers through her soft hair.
She paused her hand. “Trevor would burn through me in about two days. I know his type. Hell, I see it with Rico daily.”
He kept quiet for a bit, and she kept touching him. “Are you okay with what I told you last night?”
“About you and Trevor?” She shifted over to lean on her arm so she could see look him in the eye.
“Yeah, did that freak you out?”
“No,” she shrugged. “I guess I see sex a little differently than most. I think people can be attracted to others for a myriad of reasons. I don’t think it makes them gay or straight. I think it’s about wanting to feel good, and the other person can make that happen.”
“Plus I was drunk.” Remy gave a one shouldered shrug.
“Drunk or not, you both are really hot, and I bet that woman would kick herself to Paris and back if she knew she’d missed the show.” There was a look of hunger and excitement on her face.
“Trevor’s offer is still on the table.”
“Is that something that you need?” She stumbled over her words as if her mind raced to grasp everything that he was saying. “I mean… is that something that you want all of the time?”
“Years ago, I fucked around. Out of the group, Trev and I were the biggest players. I’ve slowed way down. I’m with you and only you.” He was totally focused on her, watching her responses. Emotions played over her face. She was being open and honest with him. Her walls weren’t up. She was being his Frankie not the polished, professional Francesca.
“But is having a ménage,
Trevor gave him a huge smile. “She the one?”
Remy nodded. “Yes, she is, but she doesn’t know it yet. We have some things to work out.”
“Well, don’t take too long getting to it. A woman like that—smart, successful and beautiful—won’t be available for long.”
“You like her,” Remy said.
“What’s not to like?”
They watched her on the dance floor with Lacey’s father.
Trevor turned to Remy with a knowing smile on his face. “My offer still stands, I’d be into it.”
Remy felt the muscle in his jaw jump. In the past, he hadn’t really given a shit about sharing a woman with Trevor, because he had never cared enough about the woman. “I told her about it last night.”
“Let me guess, she begged you to call me, and you said no.” Trevor chuckled.
“I also told her about that night, when it was you and me.”
Trevor stared at the dance floor for a few moments. “That bother her?”
“Don’t think so.” Remy watched her also.
“I like her, and I’d like to.” Trevor smiled as Francesca rearranged Mr. Haviland’s hand that was moving too close to her ass.
“I’ll keep that in mind. But Trevor, I’m not pressing her,” he said, his tone holding some heat.
“Gotcha.” Trevor bumped his shoulder against Remy’s. “I like that you’re serious. Good luck with her.”
“Thanks. Some days I really need it.” Remy returned the bump.
As the party wound down, Remy could barely wait until they got into the room before he pulled up Francesca’s skirt and tore off her panties.
“Remy,” she shrieked, and then giggled.
“Gotta have you, Frankie.” He took her hard against the wall.
Afterward, they slowly undressed and fell into the bed. Francesca was draped across his chest. He had his arm under her and his hand palming her ass.
“Tonight was fun,” she said, circling his nipple with her finger.
“You were the most beautiful woman in the room.” He squeezed her ass harder.
“No, Lacey was. I thought she looked fantastic.”
Lacey had chosen a dress that was very short and covered in silver and white stones. Remy wasn’t sure where to look when he danced with her. He worried that her boobs would pop out at any moment, or they would all get a look at her ass if she kept dropping it to the floor.
“I think Trevor is half in love with you,” he said as he ran his fingers through her soft hair.
She paused her hand. “Trevor would burn through me in about two days. I know his type. Hell, I see it with Rico daily.”
He kept quiet for a bit, and she kept touching him. “Are you okay with what I told you last night?”
“About you and Trevor?” She shifted over to lean on her arm so she could see look him in the eye.
“Yeah, did that freak you out?”
“No,” she shrugged. “I guess I see sex a little differently than most. I think people can be attracted to others for a myriad of reasons. I don’t think it makes them gay or straight. I think it’s about wanting to feel good, and the other person can make that happen.”
“Plus I was drunk.” Remy gave a one shouldered shrug.
“Drunk or not, you both are really hot, and I bet that woman would kick herself to Paris and back if she knew she’d missed the show.” There was a look of hunger and excitement on her face.
“Trevor’s offer is still on the table.”
“Is that something that you need?” She stumbled over her words as if her mind raced to grasp everything that he was saying. “I mean… is that something that you want all of the time?”
“Years ago, I fucked around. Out of the group, Trev and I were the biggest players. I’ve slowed way down. I’m with you and only you.” He was totally focused on her, watching her responses. Emotions played over her face. She was being open and honest with him. Her walls weren’t up. She was being his Frankie not the polished, professional Francesca.
“But is having a ménage,
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