Aden Clarkson
Sophia's lips curl upward. Taking hold of Aden's chin, she tips his head back, then presses her lips to his neck just under his jawline.
"Fine." His breath hitches. He pauses, briefly, to compose himself, and then continues, "Just make sure everything is tied up by Friday and running smoothly."
She wiggles on his lap and inches closer to his ear. "Hmm . . . this could be fun," she says, barely above a whisper.
"N-now that we've got that taken care of, w-what about the stocks for Cyber Technotronic?"
Aden clears his throat. "What about them?"
Sophia slides her hands over his thighs, up his abdomen, then fans her fingers out over his chest. Her hands come to rest on his necktie. Slowly, she loosens the knot then proceeds to unbutton his light blue dress shirt, starting wi
