This time my blush engulfs me and I feel the heat rising to my face. He brushes that finger across my lips for a few further seconds and then reaches down to kiss them. The kiss is hard and intense, taking no prisoners. His tongue sweeps across my lips, brushing past my teeth. I gladly receive him, opening up and moaning into his mouth. I feel myself getting damp at the prospect of those lips elsewhere on my body.

“Mmmm, Mrs. Sykes, you do taste good,” he declares, nibbling my lower lip.

I can’t help smiling to myself as he steps back, checking his watch and then obviously satisfied with...