HIS OPINION

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 and the swivel chair, and of course, the washroom.

"Mmh." I moan faintly to 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, 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 has any vigour for sex that I am craving for, but I don't know how long I can