Book 6: Blissful

Tatiana

Angelo turns us and presses my back against the cold brick wall of the living room. His kisses slide down my neck to my collarbone, and I tilt my head backward, the delightful feeling of his lips on my skin threatening to burst me into flames.

A soft moan escapes me as his fingers dig deeper into my ass. Heat pools at my core, and my fingers curl into his shirt as I hold onto him with all my might, anchoring myself to him. He presses his hips against mine, and I grind against him, wanting more, needing more.

A groan comes from deep in his throat as his grip on me tightens, and he holds me against the wall with the weight of his body as his hands start roaming up my shirt and reaching my breasts.

My back arches instantly as his fingers graze my nipples from under my bra.

I suddenly feel overdressed.

“Wait, I need to get rid of this blazer,” I murmur breathlessly.

Struggling with myself, I try to focus on removing the