“I’m wondering if you’re walking around and pounding your chest.”
“I’d rather pound something else.”
My face heats fast. “I don’t know how you can say that so…baldly. Aren’t you at work?”
“So? My office is private.”
“Not from your assistant.” On TV shows, assistants seem to be glued to their bosses or have intercom lines open all the time. “Or is it?”
“Uh, I think Wei knows we aren’t abstaining, if that’s what you’re worried about. He isn’t as innocent as you think.”
Now my face is on fire. “Shameless. That’s what you are.”
“Of course I am. I’m shameless with wanting you. I wake up wanting you, go to bed wanting you. Even when I’m buried balls deep inside you, I can’t stop wanting you.”
Like that, lust courses through my veins like honey, leaving me breathless and wet, and he doesn’t even have to be here in my not-so-private office.
Still, his good mood is contagious, and I want to do more to prolong it. Show him he deserves to be happy. “How about a date?”
“You shouldn’t have to ask. Anything you want is yours.”
Excitement sizzles. “I’ll pick you up at six from your office. I need the extra hour to get ready.”
“Whatever you want. I’ll be here.”