As the team secured the gallery, Thalatha's eyes caught Mikhailis's, a spark of mischief in his gaze. He's thinking it too. She made a deliberate misstep, brushing against him as she adjusted a strap, her shoulder pressing into his chest. Oops, my mistake. The contact was electric, her skin tingling as his hand grazed her arm, steadying her. He knows I did that on purpose. Their eyes locked, and without a word, their lips met, a hungry kiss that reignited the fire between them. "Slrp! Slrp!" The sounds were immediate, wet and urgent, as their tongues curled, sucking hard, tasting the familiar salt and warmth. Gods, I'm addicted, I can't stop.
