The entryway rug of the apartment was incredibly soft and carried the fresh scent of lemon detergent. As Lillian lay there, this was her first thought. Although their past encounters had been passionate, they had never experienced the rug's texture from this perspective.
They embraced, entangled in a kiss more fervent than a simple peck, yet gentler than one shared during lovemaking. Their lips pressed tightly together, their noses filled with each other's scent.
Claude cupped her face, completely absorbed in the kiss, looking utterly enchanted. He gently sucked on Lillian's lips and teased the roof of her mouth, sending shivers down her spine. Claude's advances were always rhythmic, much like his business strategies.
He never simply lunged at his targets; instead, he laid out bait to e
