Guilty Pleasure
The first kiss to her bare shoulder sent a jolt straight to her core.
Elena’s resistance crumbled. Her breath hitched, her fingers tangling in his hair as his lips traced a slow, torturous path up her neck. She tilted her head, sweeping her hair over to one shoulder to give him more room.
“That’s my girl,” he murmured before trailing his mouth up her neck, each kiss slow and deliberate.
She closed her eyes, letting herself sink into the sensation, the gentle scrape of his teeth, the slow burn of his kisses. Her breath hitched when his hand slid under her top, palm cupping her breast through the fabric of her bra.
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