The cool touch of his lips brushed down lightly.
Simon's Adam's apple bobbed twice, his grip on Amelia's neck tightening slightly, firm yet deliberate.
When he finally spoke, his voice carried a raspy undertone.
"Miss Clarke, you think just a kiss is enough?"
His hand massaged her nape as he added, "Keep going."
Amelia frowned. "Mr. Johnson, we still have a banquet to attend."
Simon raised a brow at her, studying her face for a moment before letting out a short chuckle.
"Alright, I'll let you owe me this one."
With that, he grabbed a shawl and draped it over her shoulders.
"Let's go."
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The banquet was being held in a villa, clearly a private affair from the atmosphere.
As Simon led Amelia in, a man in his thirties approached them immediately, an eas
