His chest rose, and his lips clamped together, a deep breath expelling from his nose. He placed a hand loosely on her hip. ‘Good night, Alessandra.’

She placed her lips to his cheek, breathing in his scent, the champagne and bourbon that played on his tongue, her skin delighting to feel his mouth brush against her own cheek, their faces moving in sync to kiss the opposite cheeks.

What would those still firmly clamped lips feel like against her own? she wondered, moving her mouth to press lightly against them and discover for herself.

even deeper, his body as rigid as

that enticed her to press herself closer so all that separated them were the clothes they

slightest of softening in his unyielding form, enough to embolden her further to slip her fingers beneath the collar of his shirt and gently graze his smooth, warm skin, her lips still chastely placed

his throat, a groan that reverberated through

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