Geros
Geros
I walked behind our queen and Mal, who was carrying Smith to our new quarters. Kayson kept pace on my right and I remained on high alert until the queen had wished us a good evening. Once inside our new quarters, Mal had--reluctantly--placed Smith on her feet. She still wore nothing but the blanket. Knowing she was naked beneath was not helping any of us remain calm.
We had to work with her for the next few weeks. Get to know her. And keep our hands to ourselves. But f**k, that last part was going to be like holding sweets in front of three big babies and telling them not to eat.
Never had I seen a woman as beautiful as Smith. Everything about her was soft. Feminine. Her eyes, her lips, her neck, her collarbone and her breasts… f**k, her breasts. The curve and color of them
