Diane’s tongue flicked out, teasing Michael’s upper lip. He opened his mouth, wanting more, but she placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back. “Are we going to eat lunch or what?” she asked, a smile on her lips.
Michael couldn’t help but like the woman more and more by the minute. “Lunch it is.” He stepped aside and motioned for Diane to lead the way. She walked ahead of him and gave her hips a little more sway than they normally had. The effect was hypnotizing and Michael found it nearly impossible to tear his eyes away from her ass.