Roman has on aviator sunglasses, a black polo shirt, and blue jeans. He looks as if he’s filming a commercial for the car he’s driving. I smile at him appreciatively, as I am walking out of the lobby to him. He gives me his shy, handsome smile when he spots me.

“Can you be more beautiful,” he tells me as he is walking to me.

Roman doesn’t pull me into him for a hug. He gently lifts my chin up to him before he crushes his lips to mine.

His kiss is soft at first but when I slip my tongue into his mouth, his kisses me back fervently. He moves his hand off of my chin and using both arms, haul me to his body. I’m press tight against him and I fight everything I got not to wrap my legs around him. I really don’t want him to know I don’t have any underwear on.

Roman’s hands moves down to grab my ass and he presses our lower body together, bonding us. I moan letting my desires get the best of me.

Then we hear a loud car horn.