She Is Someone's Breakfast

"I could have you for breakfast…"

The words left his mouth before he could stop it. How on earth does a full-grown woman putting on a thigh-length t-shirt which had two buttons loosened, thereby exposing a perfect pale skin of cleavage and perfectly luscious lips… could ever be someone's breakfast?

Or could she?

He wasn't a pervert, that's what he kept telling himself as his eyes scanned the temptation before him. She was a fucking ticking bomb as his eyes never left her body.

He saw her.

He saw how the water dripped from her hair to her shoulders. She had the towel on her head, she looked away and kept on rubbing it to make it dry while her lips were being caressed by her tongue.

Vincenzo had his eyes on her.

He had no idea that his shirt could look so sexy and hot. He never imagined that’s how she would look when she had it on. He couldn’t help but notice how pretty she looked, the water enhanced her look and made her more beautiful than she naturally was.

He saw how pretty and