Frankie shuddered and screamed Johanna's name as she ran her tongue back and forth over her throbbing clit, finally giving her the release her body craved. A ripple shot through her. She laid back contented for a few minutes as her breathing returned to normal. Johanna untied her wrists and then changed position so that her vagina was near Frankie's face.
“I know what you want,” Frankie murmured. She cupped Johanna's ass in her hands. “Tell me how badly you want it.”
Johanna squirmed. “Don't tease,” she panted. “The minute you touch me I swear I'm going to come.”
Frankie's mouth moved to Johanna's clit and she gently suckled it. Johanna was correct. It didn't take her long to climax.
A minute later Johanna eased herself off Frankie and stretched out next to her.
Frankie gathered Johanna in her arms. She kissed her softly for several minutes as she ran her hands up and down Johanna's smooth back. “You're making me hot all over again. I can never get enough of you. Do you know that?”
Johanna smiled as she ran her fingertips over Frankie's cheek. “I know. I feel the same way about you. And I want more of you right now.” She sat up and looked into Frankie's eyes.
Frankie saw the smoldering heat in Johanna's eyes. “I think I can handle that,” she whispered seductively. She arranged the bed pillows behind her back and spread herself.
“Mmm,” Johanna said running her tongue slowly over her lips. She eased herself onto Frankie and maneuvered her body until her clit was touching Frankie's.
Frankie sucked in her breath. She placed her hands on Johanna's shoulders and leaned in for a kiss. The kiss deepened and a tremor shot through her when Johanna began fondling her breasts.
They fondled one another for several minutes as their bodies gently rocked together. When Johanna's breath quickened, Frankie knew they were both ready to come. They trembled and held each other tightly as the sensations from their lovemaking tore through their bodies.
Frankie panted as she swept the hair from Johanna's brow. She cupped her face in her hands and kissed her softly.
* * * *
Frankie walked into the home office carrying two glasses of wine. She set one of the glasses on the desk where Johanna was seated staring intently at the laptop screen. She kissed the top of Johanna's still damp head as she stood watching her.
After Johanna had removed her cuffs, they'd made love again and then took a long shower together. Life didn't get any better than this. Every day she found herself falling more in love with Johanna. She couldn't imagine life without her. Before the demons had a chance to invade her thoughts again, she chased them away. Johanna was here and they were together. That was all that mattered. She had to move on and leave what had happened where it belonged—in the past. If Johanna could do it, then she could too. But had Johanna really left it behind? If not, she was doing a damned good job of hiding it.
“Find anything?”
Johanna turned her head and smiled at her. “A little. Thanks for the wine.” She picked up the glass, took a sip, and pointed to the screen. “Take a look.”
Frankie pulled a chair next to Johanna's and peered at the screen for a few minutes. “Kristin's not into herself much, is she? What a diva.”
Johanna chuckled. “Keep reading. It gets better.” She took another sip of her wine. “This is perfect.”
Frankie grabbed her hand and gave it an affectionate squeeze. “Thank you for the wonderful night. And here I thought you were tired.”
Johanna shrugged. “I was, but I got a second wind. That's what you do to me.”
“The feeling is definitely mutual.” She smiled lovingly at her and then looked at the computer screen and tapped a few keys on the keyboard. “It looks like Kristin's on every networking site under the sun. You'd think she was a famous celebrity the way her write-up reads. Did you find any connection to Thatcher Longman?”
“No.”
“Her bio says she was born in Philadelphia.” Frankie stopped. “I wonder why she posted that she is adopted—unless she's hoping to find her biological mother and father. Anyway, it sounds like she had a happy childhood and she adores her adoptive parents.”
Johanna nodded. “You have to admit she is beautiful. She says she's always wanted to act ever since she starred in her high school play, and she goes on and on about it.”
“I wonder why she didn't go to acting school,” Frankie wondered.
“Maybe she couldn't afford it. She did go to community college and acted in a few plays in the local theater group. In the past two years she's been featured in many area TV commercials.” She frowned. “There's quite an age difference between her and Thatcher Longman. Why would she get involved with a man her father's age?”
“It's obvious, honey. He has money, power, and connections. He can give her all the opportunities her parent's most likely couldn't. He's probably promised her a ticket to the big time. And he is good looking to boot.”
“So her TV commercials in all probability came about because of his connections.” She continued to peer at the laptop screen. “I wonder if he's trying to get her something more than just some local commercials.”
A scowl crossed Frankie's face. “Well, he gave her a baby.”
Johanna bit her bottom lip. “We still can't prove they're having an affair or that the baby is his.”
“Have you changed your mind on that?” Frankie asked skeptically.
“No. I just wish we could confirm it.” She glanced at Frankie. “I found something else you might be interested in though,” she said as she clicked on a website she had saved. “Check out this picture of Becca Manning.”
Frankie's eyes almost popped out of her head. “How
