When we pull away, I look back and realise the door is not properly locked.
As exhilarating as taking the risk to go naughty with the possibility of something walking in is, I am not ready for that.
“ Let's get this door locked,shall we?” I propose, already headed there.
I lock the door, the click echoing in the quiet office.
When I turn back, Marcus is watching me with those dark eyes that have always undone me.
"Come here, babygirl," he commands, and I walk over to him, straddling him on his office chair.
My little skirt rides up my thighs and he places his hands there immediately. I can feel the heat from his touch burning through my skin.
Our gazes meet and I smile at him, seductively.
"You're in a good mood," he comments, his tone soft, and I smile, nodding my head.
"I'm wit
