CHAPTER 40

FROM LAYLA’S NECK, Ambert’s lips jumped back to her mouth, and this time, the kiss was more passionate and hungrier. And Layla answered it with the same fervor. His tongue slithered inside her mouth and her tongue gladly welcomed it and flirted with it and hugged it and twister and turned with it.

They were both panting and gasping for air when their lips parted.

“Take off your dress,” he said, his breathing hard and uneven.

She took a quick glance at the door.

“It’s locked,” he informed her.

“What about Brian?” he asked while she put her fingers’ on her dress’ buttons, like she would unbutton them regardless of his answer.

‘He won’t be here within thirty minutes. And besides, the door is locked, he can’t just barge here.”

It was the only assurance she needed to throw all caution to the wind. She stood up and started taking off her dress while he took his shirt off while remaining sitting, his eyes never leaving her.

He stopped his jaw from dropping as she stoo