"What can I say?" I smile up at my husband, "I learned from the best."
"Who's that?" Sly arched a brow as he pretended perfectly as if he weren't the one I was referring to.
"He's my husband," I rose from the floor.
"Are you hungry?" Sly placed his forehead on mine.
"Yes, I'm hungry." I look down at my feet before my eyes went straight to his member.
"What do you want to eat? I will get it for you."
"What do I want to eat?" I frown at him. "What are you talking about?"
"You look hungry. I can get my secretary to get some food—"
"That's not the food I want to eat," I rose on tiptoe, and kissed him.
Sly circled his hand around my waist and brought me closer as he deepened the kiss.
His tongue tangled with mine as he kissed me deeply.
With his hand around me, he carried me to the sofa. Sly didn't break from the kiss until we were near the sofa.
