Rosita was in the doorway between the kitchen and the back hallway with her suitcase. With me on the kitchen counter in underwear and a bra with my stocking-clad legs wrapped around his waist, bra straps hanging down off my shoulders and him in just a pair of jeans that were half way undone plus him wearing just one sock…yikes!
“Goodnight.” She chuckled. I couldn’t look her in the eye but her smile could’ve lit up the neighborhood.
“Goodnight, Rosita,” Azriel re-shut the hallway pocket door and locked it, effectively blocking the staff quarters from the kitchen.
“Ohmygod!” I was mortified. Azriel dropped the spoon on the counter and plunked the ice cream back into the freezer and then picked me back up, straddling him like before, and kissed between my breasts as he carried me up the st
