Even though the lights in Sabastian's office were slightly dimmed, Angelo could clearly see Emily's plush pink lips, drawing him in like a magnet. Never had he felt like this before, not even with Fiona.
"Sir, I, I—" she continued stuttering. A few nights ago, Angelo had found it slightly annoying, but now he simply loved the movement of her lips as it beckoned him closer to her. Dipping his head lower, Angelo trailed her neck with his soft lips, and just then she smelt it. The subtle scents of vanilla and cinnamon as it awakened his senses.
Angelo shut his eyes passionately as he kissed every part of her neck, while Emily could no longer control her need for him and wrapped her hands around his waist, running her fingers along his spine.
Angelo lifted his left hand to try to lift Emily's dress, feeling the heat between them rise as their senses erupted.