Marcel effortlessly lifted Jenna off her feet, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as their lips collided in a heated kiss.
The door to the washroom clicked shut behind them as Marcel carried her across the room. His pace was steady, but his kisses were urgent, filled with passion.
When they reached the counter beside the sink, he set her down gently, slowing the kiss to a more sensual rhythm. His shirt was already half-unbuttoned, exposing the defined muscles of his chest, a preview of what was to come.
"Let me prepare the bathtub first," Marcel whispered, his voice rough from desire, before pulling away reluctantly.
Jenna watched as Marcel turned toward the bathtub. The sound of water filling the tub echoed softly in the room, creating a soothing contrast to the heated
