"One idea a day." Sylvan Cheney bent down and kissed her on the lips.
Her lips still carried the fragrance of tea leaves, light and alluring.
Jasmine Yale took the opportunity to wrap her arms around his neck, rubbing her little head in the nape of his neck, leaving a moist, hot kiss on his neck and by his ear.
Her voice was slightly hoarse as she drew close and whispered in his ear, "Shall we?"
"Trying to please me?" Sylvan Cheney raised his eyebrows and looked at her, who was within arm's reach.
The two were very close, practically cheek to cheek.
Jasmine Yale chuckled, her eyes curving into a smile: "Yes, to please the golden backer, ensuring food and drink aren't a worry."
Sylvan Cheney leaned forward, pressing down on her lips to seal them with a kiss.
The passionate kiss spread across the sofa like spring water ripples, spreading in waves.
Jasmine Yale's body quickly softened under his kisses, curling up in his arms like a lazy kitten, letting him hold her.
