He kissed her back slowly. His hand came up to squeeze her boobs. She moaned into his touch before pulling away.
He flashed her a huge smile, his fingers reaching out to unbutton her silk shirt. He pushed it off her shoulders, revealing a red lace bra and her full boobs.
"You're so perfect, Gina." He mumbled.
Leander sat there, broad shoulders filling the chair. Her hands unbuttoned his crisp white shirt that stretched taut over the hard planes of his chest. His jaw was clenched, eyes dark with barely leashed hunger as he watched her rub his chest and pinch his nipples softly.
Then Gina leaned in close, her breath hot against the shell of his ear, and trailed her full, painted lips along his earlobe. The contact was feather-light at first, then deliberate, her tongue flicking out to taste the salt of his skin.
A low, guttural moan escaped Leander's throat. His hands gripped the armrests of the chair until his knuckles whitened.
