Calista
I was in the office, trying to finish up filing some documents that needed Aerions’ signature when Aerion walked over to my desk, his eyes locked on me. My pulse sped up under his stare. Something about the way he was looking at me felt different.
Without saying a word, he turned my chair around, so I was facing him. He knelt down in front of me, his hands resting on my legs. Soon after, his hands started sliding up slowly and lightly as he started kissing their path, setting my skin on fire in his wake. His fingers brushed along my inner thigh, slipping under my skirt, gently nudging my knees open. He then traced teasing strokes over my pan.ties.
I didn’t even have time to gasp at the scarring that seemed to have replaced my mark.
Aerion was a man on a mission and all he did
