Chapter 84. His Opinion

Ellie's POV

I stride into the small office that was initially Madam Hannah's, the aroma of chicken curry welcoming me. There is nothing much in this office except for the small table, the swivel chair, and, of course, the washroom.

"Mmh." I moan faintly at the aroma, but something else makes me release another louder moan.

The familiar sensation of his touch as he encompasses me from behind. "Which meal am I supposed to devour first?" He groans behind my ear.

"Mmh." I spin around in his arms, my arms sheathing his neck. "Which one do you crave the most?" I tease, looking into his bottomless, sexy eyes.

"You," he states, reaching for my lips, and we kiss slowly, deep and sweet, our bodies dancing between our arms, until he pulls away. "But tell me what is happening here, huh?" He says this, reclining down on the seat I brought and pulling me between his legs. I sit on his thigh.

He looks completely exhausted. I don't think he