Chapter Twenty-Four
Franklin’s apartment was spacious and well furnished. There was a fireplace, an over-stuffed leather sofa and matching chairs, art and posters hung on the walls. The library wall in the living room was filled with books. While Franklin poured wine, Elena studied the books.
“I’m impressed, Franklin. I don’t recognize a single author or title.
“Books are my passion,” he said. “I’m a compulsive reader.”
“And way smarter than me,” she laughed.
“Elena, with your body you don’t need book smarts.”
She grinned broadly. “A big bustline can have its advantages.”
“A big backside helps too. The better to spank you. You look ravishing.”
“I was hoping you’d say that. Going braless can be pretty nerve wracking. I’m still not used to it.”
“My father likes your breasts. Did
