Up Close with Fiona Frost

Fiona Frost shoots him that sneaky grin, the kind that promises trouble. Donnie runs his hand along her neck and lands a slow kiss on her lips. Her excitement hits the runway fast—he feels those two little studs pressing right through her top. She tells him they’re pierced, then arches closer so he can check the proof. He cups each breast, thumbs finding the jewelry, giving each barbell an appreciative flick that makes her bite back a laugh. Clothes don’t stand a chance after that; they’re already halfway to the floor while her grin keeps saying this night just started.