He seemed like such a proper man, yet they hadn't gotten any proper work done all afternoon.
Once a line is crossed, it's bound to be crossed again and again. One moment of indulgence only paves the way for more.
With one practiced hand, Silas Norwood undid the hidden clasp of her innermost layer.
A cool draft slipped against her suddenly bare skin. He leaned in, gently biting down through the thin fabric.
From him, such a flirtatious act didn't seem lewd at all. Instead, it created an indescribable contrast—like a celibate deity dragged from his pedestal and ensnared in the decadent paradise of Seraphall. His expression remained dignified, but a dark undercurrent of desire swirled in his eyes.
The office door remained locked all afternoon.
