As we stepped into my lounge, Sophia's eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint, her movements fluid and deliberate. She pushed me onto the bed with a gentle yet firm touch, her hands splayed across my chest. The softness of her palms sent shivers down my spine.
I felt a rush of excitement as she leaned in, her face inches from mine. Her breath danced across my skin, carrying the sweet scent of her perfume. My heart pounded in anticipation.
Sophia's lips curled into a sly smile, and she whispered, "I've wanted this for so long." Her voice was husky, laced with desire.
Her hands began to roam, tracing the contours of my face, her fingertips grazing my jawline. I felt my pulse quicken as she leaned in closer, her mouth hovering above mine.
The first kiss was like a spark of electricity, sending jolts of desire coursing through my veins. Sophia's lips were hungry, devouring mine with a ferocity that left me breathless. Her tongue tangled with mine, exploring every crevice.
She deepened the kiss, her mouth claiming mine with an intensity that left me gasping. My hands instinctively wrapped around her, pulling her closer.
Sophia's hands began to strip me of my clothes, buttons popping, fabric ripping. The cool air caressed my skin, heightening my sensitivity.
As my shirt fell away, Sophia's lips trailed down my chest, her tongue tracing patterns that left me shivering. Her hands worked with a practiced ease, unzipping my pants.
She broke away from the kiss, her eyes flashing with excitement. "I want you now," she whispered.
With a fluid motion, Sophia stripped naked, her body glowing in the soft light of the lounge. Her curves beckoned, and I couldn't resist.
She stood before me, her skin radiant, her hair cascading down her back like silk. Her eyes sparkled with desire.
Sophia jumped onto me, her legs straddling mine, her hands pinning me to the bed. Her mouth claimed mine once more, the kiss growing more intense with each passing moment.
I felt my remaining clothes disappear, Sophia's hands working with a practiced ease. Her touch was like magic, weaving a spell of desire around me.
As we lay there, skin to skin, Sophia's lips trailed down my neck, her tongue tracing patterns that left me shivering.
"I want to feel you," she whispered.
Her hand wrapped around me, guiding me to her entrance. I felt the warmth of her body, the gentle pressure of her legs.
With one swift motion, Sophia impaled herself on me, her body arching backward as she took me in. The sensation was exquisite, our bodies merging into one.
The world around us melted away, leaving only the two of us, lost in the vortex of our passion.
As we lay entwined, our bodies spent from the intensity of our passion, the warmth of our skin seemed to meld together, creating a sense of unity and togetherness. The soft glow of the lounge's dim lighting cast a serene ambiance, enveloping us in a cocoon of tranquility.
Sophia's head rested on my chest, her hair sprawling across my skin like a silky blanket, gently tickling my nipples. Her breathing was slow and steady, her chest rising and falling in a soothing rhythm that lulled me into a state of relaxation.
I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close as our hearts beat in unison, the rhythmic thud echoing through my chest. The sweat on our skin mingled, creating a subtle sheen that reflected the soft light, highlighting the contours of our entwined bodies.
As we cuddled, the tension in our bodies began to dissipate, replaced by a deep relaxation that seeped into every pore. Our muscles unwound, releasing the pent-up energy of our passion, leaving us feeling languid and sated.
Sophia's hand drifted across my chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin, sending shivers down my spine. I felt her touch ignite a gentle warmth within me, a sense of comfort and security that only she could provide.
My own hand wandered through her hair, tangling in the soft locks as I gently massaged her scalp. Sophia's sigh of contentment vibrated through her entire body, resonating deep within my chest.
We lay there, suspended in a world of our own, where time stood still. The outside world receded, leaving only the two of us, lost in the serenity of our embrace.
As we basked in the afterglow, our breathing synchronized, our hearts beating as one. The air was filled with the sweet scent of our passion, a heady aroma that intoxicatingly wrapped around us.
Sophia's voice whispered against my chest, "I love you." The words vibrated through her lips, sending tremors of delight through my body.
My response was instinctive, "I love you too." The words spilled from my lips, a heartfelt declaration that echoed deep within my soul.
In that moment, nothing else mattered. We were two souls, entwined in a dance of love, our hearts beating in perfect harmony.
The silence that followed was companionable, a shared understanding that words were unnecessary. We simply existed, wrapped in each other's arms.
As we drifted into a peaceful slumber, our bodies still entwined, I knew that this was where I belonged – wrapped in Sophia's arms, surrounded by her love.
The world outside receded, leaving only the gentle rise and fall of our chests, the soft rustle of the air, and the beating of our hearts.
I carefully extricated myself from Sophia's warm embrace, making sure not to disturb her peaceful slumber. She was a deep sleeper, thank goodness, and didn't stir as I slipped out of bed, the softness of the mattress creaking softly beneath me.
I grabbed my phone and made my way to the living room, closing the door behind me to ensure our conversation remained private. The soft click of the door echoed through the room.
I dialed Victor's number, and he answered on the first ring, his voice low and serious.
"Hey, boss," Victor said, his tone laced with a hint of urgency.
"What's up, Victor?" I asked, settling into the couch, the soft leather enveloping me.
"I wanted to fill you in on the Marco situation," Victor said, his words measured. "We've got a meeting set up in three days."
My eyes narrowed, my mind already racing with strategies. "What's the plan?"
"Marco's team will meet us at the warehouse at 9 PM," Victor explained, his voice steady. "They're bringing the shipment, and we'll exchange the goods for the payment."
I nodded, mentally preparing for the meeting. "What's the shipment looking like?"
"Five kilos of premium product," Victor replied, his tone confident. "Marco's team is confident it's the best on the market."
I whistled softly, impressed. "That's a big score. What's the payout?"
"1.5 million," Victor said, his voice unwavering. "But there's a catch."
My instincts kicked in, my senses heightening. "What kind of catch?"
"Marco wants a guarantee of our loyalty," Victor said, his words laced with caution. "He's getting nervous about Donatelli's movements."
I frowned, my brow furrowing. "What's Donatelli doing?"
"He's making waves, boss," Victor said, his tone serious. "Trying to muscle in on Marco's territory. Marco's getting spooked."
I rubbed my chin thoughtfully, my mind racing. "We need to reassure Marco we're on his side."
"Agreed," Victor said. "But we also need to keep an eye on Donatelli. He's not going down without a fight."
I nodded, my mind already strategizing. "Keep me posted on any developments. I'll handle Donatelli."
"Yes, boss," Victor said, his voice firm. "I'll keep you in the loop."
We wrapped up the call, and I sat back, lost in thought.
Three days.
That's all I had to prepare for the meeting.
I knew Sophia would be worried, but I couldn't risk telling her yet. She was already shouldering too much.
I glanced at the bedroom door, ensuring Sophia was still asleep. Her peaceful slumber was a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing within me.
For now, this was my burden to bear.
I stood up, pacing the room, my mind racing with possibilities.
The clock on the wall ticked away, each passing second a reminder of the countdown.
Three days.
I had to be ready.