Delilah ended the call and set the phone back on the table. The second it left her hand I cupped her jaw and kissed her properly. She kissed back immediately, hungry, tongue sliding against mine. We stayed like that for a long moment, the taste of wine still on both our mouths, before she finally pulled away just enough to reach for her glass. We finished the last of the wine in two quiet swallows.
Then Delilah smiled at me, eyes dark.
"You may carry me to the bedroom."
"With pleasure, Ms. Komb."
I stood, scooped her up under the knees and back, and carried her like a bride down the short hallway. She rested her head against my shoulder the whole way, one hand idly tracing the side of my neck. Inside the bedroom I laid her down carefully in the middle of the bed. The red outfit looked even more sinful against the dark sheets, straps slipping, the open bottom of the outfit leaving her completely exposed.
