A gasp, which was drawn out long, came out of Luellen. She bent down a bit, as if shielding her poor body. "Isn't this… something we should do on a honeymoon instead? I don't think we should be doing this now…"
"I know the people who would force their way into our wedding." Leander chuckled and licked the length of her neck. "It won't be as peaceful as you like. Planning the honeymoon will be a nightmare, too. With the merger falling apart and the bidding taking precedence over everything, when will our wedding be?"
"I guess…" Luellen mewled, especially when Leander's hand slid down her inner thigh and up to push her sweater dress's skirt higher. Her thighs closed tightly, his fingers sliding in and out along her leggings' crotch.
Luellen felt like she regretted saying something. Didn't she tell Leander that she liked the way he made her feel the last time? What if he still remembered it?
