"You're not tired?" Stefan asked with his raised brow. "Are you sure?"
"If I say I'm tired, you will not do anything, right? But in the next few days, when I finally give in, you will make me tired for sure." Cayenne blurted out as if she was reading what was in his mind. And it was exactly what Stefan thought.
"My wife knows me the best."
"Of course. I'm the only one who knows how shameless you can be." Cayenne chuckled as the two of them went back to their room.
As soon as they got inside, Stefan pulled her and pushed her up gently against the door while locking it behind her. He didn't give her the chance to say anything as he kissed her lips, hungry for the taste of her.
Her soft moans enticed him to do more. His warm hand slipped under her skirt, touching her thighs all the way up to the seams of her underwear. He placed his other hand to the back of her head, deepening their kiss, dancing his tongue with hers as he swept through her palates.
