“Diego please”, Jessica whispered against his mouth. She caressed his unshaven face, it was a little rough against her soft skin, but she liked it. They both stood in the elevator, breathless. It was a soul searing kiss and she craved more. He wanted more than her lips. How his fingers went up and down her back, feeling the silk of her black gown. He wanted to tear her gown and nuzzle in the warmth of thighs. The elevator...