Leila forgot how to breathe. She forgot how to be Leila.

Her husband was kissing her. His lips were pressed to hers and his tongue was seeking entry into her lips. She moaned and his tongue slid into her mouth. A sound barrelled out of her lips when he lifted her off the seat to his lap, he swallowed that sound too and continued kissing her.

His groan snapped her out of her trance, she palmed his face and kissed him back with a foreign urgency. Her fingers slid into his hair, she ...