According to his secretary
I exhale as I pull him in, deepening the kiss.
He tastes of something chocolate and strawberry. I don’t know who’s been feeding him that, but I want that to be me.
I didn’t even know he liked strawberries.
With a groan, I bite his lower lip, drawing a hiss from him.
His kisses become aggressive, hands disappearing under my rumpled shirt, earning a hiss from me.
When we both come up for air, I stare into his face, waiting for something, an indication to tell me he’s back, he’s here with me, he won’t be going back.
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