"Of course you can come back," he encouraged, always open to hers or Cassidy's presence, especially when they'd come to give him a little much wanted affection. He turned his face into her neck, breathing in the sweat tinted musk of her as his cock twitched inside her grinding velvet clutch.

"I have dreamed of tasting you," he admitted as he focused on getting them into his room, happy enough to put himself under her for the moment so that their weight is laid down more easily. "But I'm keeping you for at least several hours. My home, my bed, is always open for you, mon cherie."