Lennox could sense the change in Adrienne's demeanor—the way her breath hitched and her eyes darkened with desire. His touch became bolder, tracing a path up her calf and skimming the sensitive skin behind her knee. He watched as she squirmed under his ministrations, her body responding eagerly to his every movement. He could feel himself succumbing to a hunger that mirrored hers with each touch of his fingertips against the delicate skin of her inner thigh.
Adrienne let out a soft moan, unable to stifle the pleasure coursing through her body. The confines of the private jet suddenly felt too small as their desire filled the air.
With a sultry smile, Lennox leaned closer and whispered in Adrienne's ear, "Would you like me to take care of all your tension, my love? Would you like me to make you forget about everything else?"
