Chapter 11- What The Hell Is Dessert Then?

As Amberleigh tried to regain her stolen breath, Leo’s finger slid under her dress to the small of her back. His touch was feather soft against her, but Leo’s route was the opposite of the one she had taken. His fingers traveled upwards. Slowly up her back, no shortcuts, all the roads traveled. By the time Leo made it to the back of her neck, pulling her mouth to him, Amber had already been kissing her way across his jaw, so their lips merged perfectly.

The chef’s hungry kisses certainly weren’t helping her quench her body’s craving for air. But she didn’t give a fuck, content to suffocate in Leo’s strong arms. Her body melted more into his, sweat begin to bead across both of them. As their mouths and tongues collided, Amber’s hips began to grind against his. The feel of his hard cock rubbing against the saturated, thin fabric of her panties, made both of them moan.

It seemed perhaps that even Leo’s patience had reached its limits. His palms slid around her hips to capture her ass. H