DEMETRIA

“Come with me.” Marion kissed my ear as he whispered. The act alone caused me to pause my dancing, forgetting that people were around. And just the two of us.

“What?” I asked with my lips curled, smiling, and staring into his eyes, which now looked like he was ready to ravish me on the dancefloor.

“You heard me, Wildfire. Grinding in front of me got me fucked up.” He said through gritted teeth. “Come on.”

We entered the same office we came to the last time. But this ...