Lanceil’s lips were as sweet as chocolate. Every time he nibbled Agatha’s lips, there was a sweet taste lingering at the tip of her tongue. 

 

“Ahhh… Hmmm.”

 

And did she expect him to be this wild when it comes to kissing? 

 

It began with a soft nibbling, sandwiching her upper lips and lower lip alternately as if she was tasting a pudding that might break if he recklessly bites them. Yet seconds passed, and he was pinning her to the wall, pressing his firm body as hard as a rock, and holding her hands on the side of her head. 

 

Agatha had a dream of kissing her boss. In her...