In the few days since their marriage, he and she have tried many places in the villa, but never the bookroom.
Adrian Walyon suddenly envisioned her back facing him, leaning over the desk, her back white as snow, exquisite curves displayed with enticing allure.
As he pondered this, Adrian's body felt a surge of heat.
Summer Sutton cautiously raised her face to glance at him, noticing his unusual expression, her heart skipped a beat.
Adrian held her as they entered the bookroom, closing the door behind them with a flick of his hand.
Summer's heart raced, her hand clutching tightly to his thin shirt, her fingertips wringing his shirt into layers of wrinkles.
Adrian carried her to the desk, placing her upon it.
Summer's legs dangled over the edge of the desk, Adrian's body squeezed in close, making her feel awkward.
Her eyes darted around, trying to avoid him, but Adrian wouldn't allow it.
