"How about dinner meeting?" he made a humming sound at the back of his throat and nodded.

"Please, Gab, we're not here to play and—" I stopped in my mid-sentence, unable to continue my word when I felt his warm hands on my brassiere. His thumbs brushed back and forth over mine. He even moved closer and observed the movements of my lips.

"Say what?" he uttered slow, touching my ear with a deep voice.

Damn! Those little gestures destroyed me. My mind went blank for a moment.

I felt naked under his intense scrutiny. I don't know where to pick my tongue because of what he's doing beneath my...