"Zoey, I want you." He whispered in her mouth.
He said those words, but deep down, Zoey knew she wanted him more. Without a word being uttered, Zoey answered as she pressed her lips against him harder.
As if Matthew heard her silent permission, his feet strode towards the long couch in the middle of the office. Their lips remained in each other's company, neither of them dared to break the long kiss until Zoey's back laid flat on the long sofa.
Zoey stared at the pair of russet eyes hovering over her. They were glinting, screaming lustful desire with a touch of longing. His hot breaths with a mix of the alcohol wafted on her nose, intoxicating her more than she already was.
Drawn, her gaze moved, embedding every detail of his face in her mind. She raised her hand as her fingertip traced his sharp jaw. Silence had enveloped the room, but unlike any normal days, the thick sensual air filled the room instead of the usual stifling tension.
