Ryker enters my office and shuts the door.
“Hello Beautiful” and he walks over to myside of the desk. He lifts me up and sets me on my desk then sits in my chair rolls so hes between my legs.
“I think you are in my seat.” I giggle at him.
“Hello, beautiful.” His voice is warm in a way that melts straight through my irritation. He comes around to my side of the desk, slides his hands to my waist, and lifts me as if I weigh nothing. He sets me on the edge of the desk, then drops into my chair and rolls forward until he is between my legs.
“I think you are in my seat,” I tease, a small laugh slipping out before I can stop it.
“My apologies.” His grin is quick and wicked. He hooks his hands behind my knees and gives a gentle pull. I slide off the desk and land in his lap, exactly where
