One hand gripped an open file of a current deal for his company while the other one was on your thigh, caressing it softly as he grumbled something to himself with a frown on his face.

He huffed, tossing the file on the desk, then gave you his full attention, his arms wrapping around your waist, saying, “You look pretty sitting on my desk.” He mumbled, looking up at you.

“Although you look pretty anywhere,” a devilish smirk showed on his lips—that tells you he just got an idea—before he grip