"Miss Rossi, what do you think you're doing?" Atlas's voice sliced through the air like a whip. It wasn't a question he knew exactly what she was doing.
Her lips were pressed tightly around his fingers as she flicked her tongue from left to right against his burned fingertip.
If he didn't know better, he would have thought she was giving him a finger blow job.
Lust burned in his brain and he couldn't think of anything else. Damn this woman! An inexplicable fury washed over him because of the effect she had on him.
He was supposed to be the one in control but one flicker of her tongue around his fingertips and he was losing control.
She was so close that he could hear her breath coming out in soft pants. He tried not to notice how her chest heaved under her blouse.
Her bow tie had loosen showing off her cleavage. His mind right now was filled with dangerous, twisted thoughts.
