ℒ from violet to race
ℒ Pulling them into a hall/alley to kiss them passionately.
Race really couldn’t complain. Especially when his options were either a whole lot of logistical nonsense, running the numbers on arms deals, drug sales, etc or letting his lovely wife pull him away form his guards and his desk for “just a moment” only to drag him into the laundry room and kiss him hard.
Now, pushed back up against the washing machine, Race pulled back just enough to catch his breath, grinning back at her as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling Violet even tighter against him.
“Did I say you’re a life-saver today, bella? ‘Cuz you’re the best.”
The first thing Violet was going to do after being paid for the next wedding she was working for was a deadbolt on their bedroom door… and maybe every bathroom. Anything for a moment of privacy, or at least someone knocking first. She’d take explaining herself over someone actually seeing her with Race’s face buried between her thighs and her fingers tangled in his hair.
Her thoughts on privacy were cut off as he pulled her hair, a startled gasp breaking free as she let him tilt her head back, shuddering at the feeling of his breath on her neck. She could live in the laundry room for the rest of her life if it guaranteed more moments like this, one of her legs shifting between his as she pulled him close, brushing her thigh against his groin.
“Please don’t mention Jack right now,” she replied, laughing breathlessly as she quickly hopped onto the washer as ordered, pulling him into the space between her legs by his tie as she kissed him deeply. “Just kiss me already.”