"What do you want, Roxy? Do you want to brainstorm at my place, yours, or here?" She notices the deviant desires in his gaze no matter where they are. His hands slide to her backside, squeezing gently.
"Roxy?" He prompts for a response, but she emits a playful squeal in response.
A flicker of lust glimmers in his eyes, sending a shiver down her spine. Regardless of the location, she knows they need to discuss everything that has transpired in the past few days. She meets his ravenous gaze. "Right here works for me." He offers her a half-smile. "Are you hungry?" His voice sends a jolt of electricity through her.
"Not for food," she replies with a suggestive undertone. He gently guides her aside, striding across the room, locking the door before turning to face her, his intense gaze fixin
