Elena.

Mr. Deangelo’s torso pressed gently against my back. He rested his chin on my shoulder, ran his hand up the side of my face and then gently turned it to mirror his. My lips automatically connected with the softness of his. Almost immediately, his urgent but tender tongue found its way into my mouth. Our lips massaged each other’s and we exchanged saliva whilst melting into a deep and passionate kiss.

One of his hands slipped into my towelling robe and begun to caress my breast. My nipple hardened as he rolled it between his fingers. In fact, both my nipples could cut through diamonds. The fact that my...