Jasmine’s eyes were wide opened, hands stilled in disbelief. Wasn’t he okay driving earlier? What has gone wrong within the moment of parking the car, and entering the penthouse? Her head was spinning.
“Ahh…,” Jasmine gasped as Ethan bit her lips, giving him the opportunity to enter his warm, sleek tongue inside her mouth. He sucked her tongue with hunger that stole her breath, tasting the lingering taste of the whiskey she drank earlier.
Her back was completely pressed against the wall as his body closed in, caging her with no room to escape. His hand slid down to her waist, drawing her close to his warm body while caressing her softly.
“E-Ethan…” she whispered into his mouth, trying to breathe, trying to understand what was happening.
But Ethan didn’t stop. He keeps on moaning into
