I reached past her to wipe the counter, pressing my body against hers. My hard n*****s dragged across her arm. I could feel her breathing getting heavier.
“You’re so beautiful, Elena,” I whispered, dropping the fake politeness. “I’ve wanted you for weeks.”
Her eyes widened. “Sarah… stop. This is completely inappropriate. I’m married. You’re barely nineteen—”
I cut her off by leaning in and kissing her softly.
She froze.
For three long seconds, she didn’t move. Then a soft, broken moan escaped her throat and she kissed me back. Hesitant at first, then hungry, like a dam had broken.
I deepened the kiss, sliding my tongue into her mouth while my hand slipped inside her silk robe. Her t**s were full and heavy. I pinched her n****e, and she whimpered into my mouth.
I pulled back just eno
