Despite her initial shock, Margaret stopped caring a moment later.
The fire of lust in his eyes was far too obvious—so obvious that she didn't want to bother thinking anymore.
With the weight of his body pressing down on her, she began undoing the buttons of her shirt, one by one. Before long, it fell open; she pulled it off and tossed it carelessly to the floor.
"Running out of patience?" Leonardo asked.
"Honey, I want to make love too..." she replied, her hand grazing his cheek with a gentle caress.
"Elsa and Mary—those two sluts—they always get me riled up when they talk about their experiences. They think I don't want it, but I just don't want to give myself to some random man. I'll admit, I'm quite conservative because I value myself. I'm not cheap like them, jumping from boyfriend to boyfriend and sleeping around."
