Michael

Fuck she feels good.

Her lips, soft and perfect, move with mine in perfect unison. The moment she moans, I'm a fucking goner. I slip my tongue in, letting it dance with hers. Placing my hands around her waist, I give her a light squeeze, captivated in the small breath she gasps.

It isn't until I feel a growing problem in my pants, do I realize my mistake.

I'm kissing her.

I'm kissing the woman I swore to protect, the one I am risking ...