NORA
My knees hit the leather on either side of his thighs, the mini dress riding up so high it's barely there. We are separated from the driver by tinted privacy glass, but it feels like the entire city might be watching.
"Marcellus—" I start, but his mouth claims mine before I can finish the protest.
This isn't the perfectly executed brand from the studio. This kiss is raw. It feels like a dam just broke inside him. His hand stays locked around my neck while his tongue strokes deep, exploring.
He tastes like chocolate toffee, and f**k, I can no longer control my own body. I kiss him back harder, my nails digging into his shoulders through the expensive suit, chasing the friction of his chest against my breasts.
He groans into my mouth. One big hand slides down my back, gripping my a
