Coming down the stairs in the nude, Devon yawned, and scratched her fingers through her chaotic locks. Sloping up the hallway, she entered his workspace, assuming she’d find him here since she’d woken up alone. Sure enough, there he was hunched over his drafting table, scribbling something at a frantic pace.
He was so busy concentrating that she considered leaving him alone to work, but she was feeling selfish so kept on going. Drawing a fingertip along the top of his desk, Devon let the digit carry on down the perimeter as she moved around it.
Stopping next to him, she touched his shoulder. Although he glanced at her, Zave kept on working for a few seconds before the pencil fell from his fingers and he turned his stool towards her to examine her exposed flesh.
Her n*****s reacted, her
