Luna
You figure it out while I finish up here. Just making one more loop to check on the team.
Luna
I think Monroe likes the responsibility. She’s trying to kick me out.
Beck
That's good. You've talked about her a lot. She's helping to hold down the fort when you're at The Chateau.
Luna
It's been nice having her to lean on.
Luna’s migraines had reduced significantly when she leaned into good supports. I'd like to count myself as one of them.
Between Monroe, Parvati, and Faith, Luna had built quite the support system.
Luna
And yes, Darnell is on standby. I'll see you at home.
Beck
I'll make sure to reheat the kettle.
* * *
The alert woke me up.
Luna wasfinallyhome.
I’d tossed and turned the last couple of hours, jolting myself awake like I was about to miss an early morning flight.
With heavy feet, I padded down the stairs and restarted the kettle, leaning against the counter top, eyes trained on the door to the backyard.
When the kettle whistled, I lifted it off the stand and poured Luna her chamomile tea. Just then, movement drew my attention.
In slipped Luna wearing her quintessential silk robe. My body relaxed now that she washere, athome, withme.
Exactly where she should be.
I quickly swallowed the distance between us, threading my hands through her hair so I could draw her close. Our lips met in an instant.
Her hungry tongue flicked out, seeking mine, claiming me as much as I claimed her.
Desperate for more, I walked forward until her back was pressed against the wall.
On instinct, she jumped into my arms, legs wrapping around my waist.
With one hand behind her back, I let my other hand wander under the bottom of her robe and hissed. “You don't have anything underneath.”
My cock twitched in excitement.
“I didn't want anything to get in the way of this,” she said, with a hand caressing the stubble of my jaw between kisses.
I swiped a finger through her sex, sliding in easily. “Are you ready for me, baby? You feel fucking ready.”