DEMETRIA

“I’m traveling on Tuesday. We’ll discuss it when I return. Today’s meeting can’t be postponed,” Marion said, seated at the dining table, phone pressed to his ear. His plate was already cleared, and he was still undressed.

He met my gaze and crooked a finger, beckoning me closer. I set my bag on the seat beside him and stepped between his legs. But before I could say anything, he tugged me into his lap, peppering my neck with kisses. He'd better not start, I'd just finished ...