Paige Sharman

Belladonna

Two bodies, tangled in a desperate and steamy embrace, stumbled through the French patio doors of the impressive Baker family home. Mr Baker hastily loosened his tie between their breathless, hungry kisses as Irena quickly kicked off her stilettos. Mr Baker clasped his hands around Irena’s slight waist and lifted her to face him sitting on the kitchen countertop. Irena wrapped her long legs tight around Simon’s waist and pulled him in even closer, her hands lost in his tousled salt and pepper grey hair. One hand holding her face to his, and the other sliding up her thigh and vanishing under her skirt, Simon Baker was like a famished lion about to devour its prey. Whatever Simon was doing under her skirt made Irena gasp and jerk her head back, which she followed with a devilish giggle and said, “Are you sure this is what you want, Simon?” “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” He replied, his eyes locked onto hers.