Usually, Naomi was loud. She had no problem voicing her opinion. Something about the moment, the timing, made her lips clamp shut as she waited while Manuel watched the little tart retreat down the marbled staircase. She didn’t move for a few heartbeats – but simply let her eyes drink in his form, let her hand linger on her own hip. Her fingernails, expertly manicured and painted the perfect shade to match the hue of her dress, tapped restlessly along her curves. It was the only movement she allowed to convey the annoyance she felt at the interruption to her pleasure. Her eyes – those piercing ice blue orbs that could melt even the hardest man – dropped down to his trousers. Oh, he was as aroused, no doubt. Having had a small appetizer before the main course.<br/><br/>Those thoughts were interrupted when Stephany’s voice echoed down the hallway, calling out for Manuel. It immediately brought that twinkle to his eye – the one that she knew only too well. The one that he shot her when naughty ideas, ones that he always indulged in, entered that twisted brain of his. She learned long ago to stop fighting those ideas. The climaxes were always worth it.<br/><br/>That didn’t mean she liked the interruptions. Again.<br/><br/>Her hand dropped from her hip and she watched the girl spin around the corner and then get snared like a hunter would snatch a rabbit into his arms. He twisted, showing Naomi the broad expanse of his shoulders a back as he bent Stephany to his will and body and kissed her hard. Gave her his lips and his tongue and everything that should have been hers in that moment.<br/>The beautiful woman was all over him, her hands roaming his back and Naomi began to make a slow circle around the room, moving so she could see their play. Steph’s hands were never idle, neither were her pouty lips as she scolded the object of her affection.<br/><br/>A smile flashed across Naomi’s painted lips as she watched her future son-in-law get caught in the maelstrom. It served him right, teasing as he did.<br/><br/>So the blonde continued to circle til she came to the bed, her eyes never leaving the entwined pair. Let them play, let them enjoy. She drew in a few deep breaths to calm her heartbeat. Once the large, beautifully made bed was within reach, she grasped one of the posts and lifted a foot, plucking off one of her sky-high heels and let her voice ring out, low and sultry.<br/><br/>“Shame on you indeed, Manuel…”<br/>