STELA GOMES
Ivan kissed me desperately, and I responded with the same intensity. He trailed kisses down my neck while his hand slid up inside my nightgown, gripping my thigh before reaching my buttocks. Then he returned to kissing my lips with urgency, and I could feel his arousal.
With the last shred of common sense I had left, I broke our kiss, and he didn't seem to like it very much.
"Ivan, what do you think you're doing?" I asked, panting.
He then placed a hand around my neck, exerting a little pressure as if controlling himself from attacking me with another kiss. "You like to tease me, don't you, Stela? I was already heading to the airport when I received your message. I delayed my trip just to come here and fulfill my promise that every time you called me 'Mr. Smith,' I would ki
