A clatter of pans echoes in the corridor.
Marco’s voice lowers to a hush.
“We shouldn't cross this line,” he frets.
But his hand suggests otherwise.
“When you think about it, there’s no line,” I assure him. “You’re the boss. I’m the boss. We make the rules.”
Hearing these words unbinds us both.
Two mouths collide, tender and beautiful.
Hands begin to wander.
“And as for tonight,” I continue, “I will, without a doubt, be leaving a five star review.”
I reach for Marco’s collar, unbuttoning it slowly.
“One…”
Leaning down, I place a feather light kiss on his collarbone.
“…two…”
Another kiss. Just beneath his ear.
“…three…”
I ease his shirt away from his shoulder and add one more.
“…four…”
He moans gently, as I make a path along his jawline.
“…five.”
This one lands directly on his mouth.
His fingers curl through my hair as the last of his restraint falls away.
Our kiss deepens, hungry and urgent.
A reservoir that has been filling to the brim since that first hour.
Every stolen glance.
Every charged pause.
Every time we spoke.
I’ve wanted him all day and all night.
And now I’m falling for him far harder than I expected.
We part reluctantly.
Marco looks slightly dazed.
