He pushed my back against the wall of his foyer as soon as we got out of the elevator. The familiar scent I left the other day captured my nose. My head spun, not sure if it was because of the scent or because his deep kisses were making me dizzy.

I felt his hands behind me, from my buttocks up to my waist, then he did that back and forth. I lost modesty. I moaned his name when his kisses reached my collar bone. I gasped and moaned, feeling his fingers in the space of my twin peeks.

I can feel ...