Flora's POV
The cool wood of the dining room wall pressed against my bare back, a sharp contrast to the burning heat of Eugene’s body. He held me up effortlessly, his large hands clamping onto my thighs to keep me pinned right where he wanted me.
"Eugene..." I gasped into his mouth as his lips bruised mine, his tongue sliding deep inside with a heavy, hungry rhythm.
He pulled back just an inch, his dark eyes wide and fixed entirely on me, his breathing coming in ragged, heavy gasps. He looked down at the thin silk of my dress, then back up at my face.
"Not here," he growled softly, his voice thick with a sudden, protective authority. "Not for your first time."
Without letting me answer, he slid his arms under my knees and my back, lifting me effortlessly into his chest. I instinctive
