I kissed Aimes back, devouring his mouth with mine, and held to his wide shoulders while I wrapped my legs around his hips. Thank god for the thigh-high slits in my dress so I could do that with ease.
I couldn't have controlled myself even if I wanted to. My body was just reacting as he consumed my senses with his smell and taste and feel, a magic potion that summoned my hips to grind against him.
With a heady growl at the back of his throat that vibrated between my thighs, he cupped my ass and rocked me against his straining c**k. "f**k, Harlow."
"I want you, Aimes. I always have." I ran my hands through his dark hair and moaned as the strands slipped between my fingers like silk.
He shoved me against the wall by the door so hard that the art frames on the walls rattled. I barely
