Ryan's fingers stayed right there, pressed against the slick heat of her through the thin lace.
The office was almost completely dark now, just the low blue glow of the city lights bleeding in through the floor-to-ceiling windows and the faint green standby light on her monitor.
Diana sat perfectly still in her expensive leather chair, hands still clasped in her lap like she was in a board meeting, reading glasses perched on her nose, a few strands of hair loose against her cheek.
She looked every bit the composed venture capitalist who'd just spent ten hours running numbers and crushing deals.
Except for the way her thighs had tensed under his hand.
Ryan didn't move for a long second. He let the silence stretch, let the weight of what she'd just said settle between them. Then he leaned in a little closer, voice low and steady.
"Spread your legs more for me, Diana."
She didn't answer right away. Her breath hitched once, almost too quiet to hear.
