“Who wants to watch a movie?” Ava asks, bouncing off the couch and moving toward the wide assortment of DVDs resting on the shelves under the T.V. “Sure, baby. Something good this time, though.” Oakley pokes fun at her with adoration beaming across his face. “I would rather go upstairs and make our own,” I whisper in Gracie's ear, nipping at the sensitive, smooth skin and loving the shiver that runs down her spine as she moves further into my body.
