Lunch at Hazel's

Her eyes widened.

By the time their lips parted, she was breathless once again.

Her hands slid down his shoulders. 

''I warned this time,'' he whispered, tucking the loose strands of her hair with both his hands. 

Diana placed both her hands on his chest, letting them rest there as she tried to catch her breath. 

And Maxim could not avert his gaze from the sight of it. From the sight of her.

She was the most beautiful vision to behold. Eyes so dazed as if she was hypnotized, cheeks tinted red from every dirty fantasy creeping in her head, and lips so swollen & wet that he wanted to bruise them in the sweetest way. 

Diana Chen was the epitome of beauty, the kind he was never tired of. 

She gently pushed him away and he stepped back easily without any complaints, one of his hands still fixated on her waist under her coat as he brought her down from the desk.