The door wasn't locked. She walked in. Cassius looked up from the papers he was ready, his hold frame glasses hanging low on his nose.
His eyes narrowed on her bare legs. The shirt was long but it barely covered her thighs.
Primrose closed the door behind her, dimmed the lights so that only a small golden light filled the room. With a teasing smile, she sauntered to his side.
"Husband, are you going to work late?" She asked, her tone sweeter than the unhealthiest candies out there.
Cassius's arm went around her waist naturally. Soon, she was on his lap, moving her legs to curl them up. His warmth eradicated the cold from wearing too little.
When Cassius's caressed her back, he came to the realisation that she was bare underneath. His breath hitched. The pen in his hand broke into
