Debbie
I didn't care about the files anymore. I didn't care about the Moon Essence or the bunch of reports that I had to sign.
The only thing that mattered was the heat coming off Rain in waves. And the pool that was building between my legs.
I pulled him down by his leather jacket, and he didn't fight me.
“Where do we start from?” I whispered.
A slow smirk formed on his face. “The desk,” he whispered back. “I want you on this desk.”
He swept his arm across the polished wood, sending my coffee cup and the files flying. They hit the floor with a thud.
“Rain, those are the companies fi—”
He didn't let me complete the statement.
He lifted me up like I weighed nothing and sat me on the edge of the desk. My legs naturally wrapped around his waist, my heels digging into his back.
Rain
