Poppy panted breathlessly as Felix's mouth left hers to trail wet kisses down the column of her throat to her chest at the same time his fingers found the hem of her dress and inched their way beneath the material and up her thighs.
"So is this part of the interview?" she asked, tunneling her fingers through his hair.
Lifting his head from her breast, Felix stared heatedly up at her. "That depends," he said, wetting his bottom lip.
"On what," Poppy asked, her eyes following the movement.
"On how often I get to do this."
Add Stranded to you TBR!