The room was dim, lit only by the faint glow of city lights slipping through the windows. He stood close, his shadow falling over her, tall and commanding.
Slowly, his hands went over his shirt, undoing each button until he slipped the shirt off his shoulders. His eyes never left her, watching every flicker of emotion that crossed her face.
She wallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. Her body tensed, but she didn’t move. She placed her hand on his chest, touching his biceps, feeling the muscles and packs until her hand fell to his abdomen. She couldn't see them well in the dark, but she could feel every inch of it.
Suddenly, his hands found their way to her thigh, lifting her before he strolled to the desk. She gasped softly, wrapping her arms around his neck as he settled her onto the cool
