All eyes were fixed on Davi as he turned from a blushing Ange to face Amelia.
She stood there, a vision of mature allure. The tight suit she liked to wear highlighted the generous swell of her hips, the narrow taper of her waist, and the full, inviting expanse of her tits. Her usual confidence had vanished, replaced by a nervous, fluttering vulnerability that made her even more arousing.
Davi didn't rush. He closed the distance between them, his eyes holding hers, capturing her completely. "Amelia," he murmured, her name a soft command.
He cupped her jaw, his thumb stroking her cheekbone with a tenderness that made her breath catch. Then he approached to kiss the woman.
Amelia melted into the kiss. Davi's other arm snaked around her waist, pulling her closer to him, erasing any space between them so the entire length of her soft, voluptuous body molded to the hard planes of his.
