Jacob cupped the nape of her slender neck, held Sofia still while he bore his mouth down on hers for a kiss that always seared down to his toes.
Before he could pull himself away, Sofia forced herself up onto her toes, her breasts pressed against his chest, his arms wound around her waist, his fingers slid down nearly contacting her bum.
He pulled away, leading her to the back door. ‘Leave at once! You cannot remain here in my home!’
‘If it pleases you, my husband.’ She passed him, a breath away from his lips on her way out. Her cascade of raven hair swayed seductively with each step.