Dallie felt Grégoire’s thumb lighten and move away from her entrance. Instead, she felt him move his mouth and tongue to taste and suck her when the knock on the door sounded again.
Grégoire straightened as he looked down at her flushed face, and he gave her a regretful smile. “Looks like our dinner is here, magnifique. But I would have preferred to eat you more.” He ran his tongue onto his lips, making her feel her cheeks go aflame even more.
Dallie had to swiftly right her underwear and jeans. Making sure she was decent, Grégoire walked toward the door and let the hotel staff come in, pushing the food trolley in. She remained seated on the couch, with her womanhood still throbbing from Grégoire’s mouthful efforts. She dared not look at the hotel staff, knowing that her face was red as
