Allison’s POV

He seemed to tremble under me as soon as my lips touched his, almost like I had electrocuted him with just that brief contact. He pulled me from the floor and fully into his arms while slowly stealing control of our kisses. The champagne was heavy on his lips and breath; I could taste it.

It didn't repulse me as I would have expected; instead, I latched onto him for more. The champagne made him taste different, taste unique, and taste extremely good.

“I love this, wife,” ...