He gives me a crooked smile. “Not in the slightest. I like spending time with you. Is that such a crime?” He sets his champagne glass down on the table in front of him, wraps his hand around my thigh, and pulls me into his lap. I’m straddling him, his mouth mere inches from mine. He caresses my cheeks with a featherlight touch and presses his lips to mine—soft and sensual. I don’t fight it. I let him explore my mouth as our tongues tangle together. I can taste the champagne still lingering on his breath and my hands fist into the front of his shirt.
