Guess Who's Back

Teanna blew back into LA like it was nothing and straight onto Bill's lap, heels and all. He'd barely gotten over the shock when she parked those black leather pumps on his chest like it was the most natural thing in the world. Sharp. Tight. Way too much for someone he hadn't seen in years. He froze at first. Old habits, right? Then her toes wiggled in his face and suddenly he was on his knees, tongue sliding along the edge of each shoe like he'd been waiting for permission. He slipped them off slow. Sucked her toes one by one. Salty-sweet, a little sharp from the leather, completely unfair. Teanna laughed low and hooked a finger under his chin, guiding him higher. Straight to where she wanted him most. By the time she pulled him into her, legs wrapped around his back, the floor felt a hundred miles away and neither of them seemed ready to remember what year it was.