Alexi catches my wrists and pulls away to look me in the eye. Stopping my slow, easy groping with a look that says, ‘not here’.

“This is my mother’s study. It’s disrespectful in many ways. We should wait and put this on the back burner until we get back to the house.” His words say one thing, but the look on his face and the way his eyes lock on my mouth says another. Alexi is stirring with untamed lust too.

“Only if we get caught.” I smile wickedly and aim for ...