Page 106 of Solanum

My own stomach flip-flopped against her hip and I grinned. "Been thinking about that, have you?"

"I have. It makes me excited. It makes me think about all the fun we had, and how you made me feel so good back then. How you held me after…" She twirled her own hair around her finger a few times. "And how I'm looking forward to you letting me be with you when you're ready."

"I'm ready, Kitten. You have full access to me, Nor. Unless we're playing or in scene or I tell you otherwise, all of me is for you."

"Oh good." She grabbed my tit while snickering. "Here we go."

I laughed and swatted her hip. "So naughty. What will Maggie and Sali think of your public displays of lust?"

"Well…" She nodded in their direction. "Sali's sucking on Maggie's neck so I think they'll be fine."

Again, I attempted to stifle my laugh by biting her shoulder. "Consider me schooled."

"I want to learn more about Shibari," she said, her attention now falling to my chest and the hem of my tank. "It's your favorite…"

"It is." I leaned down to smooch the top of her hand. "So far, spanking is yours."

She nodded hard, the smile returning to her lips. "It is."

"What interests you about Shibari?"

"It's beautiful. The ropes and knots. The positions and photographs. You took a few pictures of me once a few years ago, remember? I was playing with some rope…"

"I remember. You tied yourself up and got stuck." I grinned and patted her belly once. "And I let you suffer there all sexy."

"Yes." She snickered and nuzzled her nose against my propped arm. "I did. You wicked, wicked Domme."

I could not stop laughing, and again tried to cover it up with a shoulder bite. "You know it. And you weren't even mine then."

"I was always yours…" Her gaze flickered to the way my hand circled her navel.

"Yeah, honey. You were."

"I still feel so much regret about calling it off the day Wilkinson confronted us. If I was cleverer, I would've problem-solved it somehow. Asked for a transfer before anything could happen to you…"

"We can't go back and change any of that, Nor. But I do share your sentiment. Now, I don't give a flying fuck if I ever go back to work. I don't care if they fire me or write me up or tarnish my name from every federal-to-national job in this field. You're more important. You were always more important," I declared, with a bit of heat to it. "I'm sorry I couldn't make that decision for us."

"You were more important, too. Maybe we were too young to understand it then… I know it took me awhile to catch up in that area," she said, glancing to Sali and Maggie when they both rose from their spots on the sofa.

"Heading to bed, roomies," Sali announced. "Don't wait up. Maggie's panties are soaking through her leggings."

Maggie smacked her upside the head, sending her ponytail in a twirl. "Good night. Don't listen to her. She's a poor historian."

We both laughed at them.

"Night," I said.

"Sleep good," crooned Nora, wiggling her fingers at Maggie. "After your new wife satisfies your every whim."

"She will." Maggie grinned and grabbed Sali around the neck in a pretend headlock.

Sali grumbled her way out the door with Maggie in tow. The latter shut the door, sealing us in our surrogate home.

"For as many people that live in this house, everyone seems to disappear pretty easily," reflected Nora.

"For the record, this is the biggest house I've ever been in. Ever. In my whole life," I said, smirking while I considered it.

"Same for me. Your apartment was the biggest one I've ever seen before this, too. I could never have gotten myself a three bedroom."

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