Olivia

My hands found their way to his shoulders, fingers digging into the hard muscle there. He tasted like wine and tiramisu, rich and intoxicating. I shifted on his lap, grinding against the hardness beneath me, seeking friction where I needed it most.

Alexander groaned into my mouth, his hands sliding down to grip my ass, guiding my movements against him. He pulled back just enough to look at me, his eyes dark with desire.

"Fuck, Liv," he breathed, his ...