"What's the rush? You were off with Hannah for some event and gone for days…"
Josephine's resentment was obvious; her finger landed on Harry Zachary's chest, slowly tracing circles.
Harry's lips hooked up at an angle; he seemed to be enjoying what Josephine was doing.
He'd heard before that it was the older women who were really slutty in bed, went all out, didn't hold back, and you didn't have to worry about hurting them.
He reached out and grabbed Josephine's wrist, raised his brows wickedly. "What? Once isn't enough? But your daughter's waiting for me to come over and 'work.'"
"To hell with her, you can go after we're done." Josephine threw herself at Harry and knocked him back onto the sofa; an older woman, she did things straight-up.
The lewd slapping sounds leaked out through the crack of the tightly closed bedroom door, echoing down the empty hallway…
