[Warning: This chapter contains mature, explicit content.]
The fabrics covering them began falling to the floor one after another. Deep gasps echoed in the dark presidential suite. Suddenly, a vase shattered as Lynsandra accidentally tipped it with her fingertips.
She flinched at the sound and pulled away, only to be pulled back by him once more.
"Doesn't matter," he said, lifting her by the waist with one arm to keep her from stepping on the shards.
A protesting moan echoed into his mouth as she kissed him slow and deep. She wrapped her legs around his waist, barely covered in lace underwear. They had barely left the entryway, yet it felt like they had been like this forever.
Her fingers clutched at his bare chest, knowing he was taking her somewhere slowly and carefully. As if they had all the time in the world.
Then, in one swift motion, she felt her bra come loose.
His fingers reached for the strap over her shoulder, and she let him pull it away, tossing it aside.
