"Where is your wife? Aren't you worried that she'll notice you're gone?"
Adam sighed, then pulled Melanie closer until she was lying half on top of him, and wrapped his arms around her like he didn't want to let go. He dipped his head, inhaling her scent deeply, as if grounding himself in it. A moment later, his hand slid down and gave her backside a sharp, possessive pinch.
"I am sleeping with my wife," he murmured against her skin. "Would you like me to refresh your memory, sweet melon?"
Without waiting for an answer, Adam rolled over and leaned down, his lips brushing her chest as he nibbled gently over the creamy fresh
Melanie let out a squeal at the sudden attack but then quickly suppressed it, "Adam. I'm not joking. Where's Melody? You should go back to the room in case she wakes up and starts asking questions. You've already been here for almost an hour…"
