He had full lips, soft and moist; and as I took his mouth for a kiss, his breath came hot and heavy, redolent with the sweet cream of the éclair he snuck earlier.His breeches swelled with the bulge of his lust, but I had no desire to continue along the natural course our intimate t¨ºte-¨¤-t¨ºte dictated.

"Mon chérie," he murmured when his lips brushed along my cheek. "Je t'adore, je t'aime."

I should have laughed at his innocent declaration of love, but I was ...