Lorenzo

Eva's eyes sparkled with mischief as she trailed whipped cream down her neck, her fingers disappearing beneath her tank top.

I simply swallowed hard, nervousness in my eyes as I watched her with my lips parted. I was so dumbfounded.

"Lorenzo?" she whispered, her voice husky.

My gaze was captivated by the creamy path she'd created.

"Yes?"

"Thoughts on dessert?" she teased.

My pulse quickened.

"I think we're skipping to the main course."

With a laugh, Eva pulled me closer, our lips meeting in a sweet, creamy kiss.

The kitchen around us melted away, leaving only the two of us, lost in the intimacy of the moment.

As we...