ELOISE
Adam guided me to the center of the living room, and suddenly, he stood behind me. The warmth of his body was palpable as he leaned forward, his breath gently grazing my neck.
A soft, involuntary moan escaped my lips as I felt the sensual sensation.
“Have I told you that you are a work of art, Eloise?” His voice, low and sultry, reached my ears. His sound was like a caress, rousing a faint hunger in me.
He circled around, assessing me just like when we f****d. Every curve of my body, every inch of my skin, seemed to be under his scrutiny.
Shit. This was it. This was what kept me here with him. This magnetic pull between us.
A provocative smile played on his lips as he stopped before me as if he knew what I was thinking. He started playing with the buttons of my blouse, n
