He laid her back on the bed gently, propping himself on one elbow beside her body.
The room's soft lighting cast shadows over her pale, slender form, highlighting the curves that had always been hidden under her professional clothes at Steele Investments.
Darren started with her hands, lifting one to his mouth and kissing each fingertip, then her palm, his eyes never leaving hers. "You smell good, Ileana. And your skin is flawless. Every part of you is."
She shivered. Those words did something to her brain that she had no control over. The man of her dreams, her boss, complimenting her.
She felt like a good girl.
Now, she wanted him to say it.
She wanted him to call her a good girl.
Maybe she had to earn it.
Her breath hitched as he moved to her wrist, trailing kisses up her arm to her shoulder. Her full breasts rose and fell with her quickening breaths, the nipples hardening under the cool air.
