You’re not kissing my wife tonight.

His voice is hoarse. "I am going to make love to you now." He says, "So if you want me to stop, tell me."I shake my head frantically. If he stops at this point, I'll probably die.

You have to stop looking at me like that.” He sounds amused, “or else I will have to take you up to my suite right now, and have you for lunch” I sigh at the image, “Why don't you?” I whisper. It’s exactly what I want.

It's as if I've stepped off the edge of a cliff, and even though my heart's in my mouth and my stomach is in knots, I'm the most excited I've ever been in my life. I'm totally enthralled by him. I want him, every part of him, and I desperately want him to feel the same way about me.