Adrienne
Marcus kissed like he cooked…slow, confident, and completely in control.
His hand stayed buried in my hair while the other gripped my hip, pulling me flush against him. I moaned into his mouth as his tongue teased mine, tasting like chocolate. When he finally pulled back, I was breathless.
“Damn, Chef,” I whispered, licking my lips. “If that’s how you kiss, I can’t wait to see what else you’re good at.”
He smirked, thumb brushing my swollen bottom lip. “You talk a lot of s**t for someone who was supposed to be my client tonight.”
“I’m still your client.” I slid my hands down his chest, feeling the hard muscle under his t-shirt. “And right now I want the full experience. No limits.”
Marcus chuckled, deep and rough. He lifted me onto the kitchen island like I weighed nothing,
