"A-Axy... my beloved Axy... aaah... I missed you so much..." Veronica pants, moaning in a way I've never heard before.
Her high-pitched cries of pleasure echo so loudly they could easily be mistaken for someone in the middle of an exorcism.
It's already well past nine at night — an hour when most people in this building are asleep — but that's never stopped us from losing ourselves as though we were the only two people left in the entire universe.
Then again, I can't really blame her.
The ravenous hunger with which I'm making love to her right now is more than enough to justify every scream and every breathless moan.
I didn't even give her time to set down her suitcases before pouncing on her like a starving predator that had been patiently waiting for its prey, tearing off her elegant business suit with all the impatience of a child ripping open Christmas presents on Christmas morning.
