Chapter Eleven
After the last of the guests had left, Nadia put Elena back into her denim skirt, tied an apron around her waist, and told her to clean up the kitchen while she vacuumed the library and dining room. Elena was at the kitchen sink when Victor came into the kitchen. She didn’t hear him above the roar of the vacuum cleaner. Her taut denim skirt perfectly framed her plump bottom and hips. He stood silently and watched her. She was topless in her skirt. Her swollen breasts swayed just above the rim of the sink. Franklin was a lucky man. God, he wanted to f**k her - front and back - but it was not time yet.
She didn’t hear his approach. She nearly dropped a dish when he slipped his arms around her, lifted her breasts away from her waist, and began to nuzzle the velvety hollow of
