"For what?" he asked, the strain in his voice much more evident than the last. She smiled knowingly to herself, because from his subtle reactions, it was clear that he was struggling not to give in to her touches and the brushing of her body against his.
"I've missed you, and I'd like us to get back together again." She whispered, trailing her palms up, toward his chest. She slid her hand underneath his suit jacket and trailed her index finger on his nipple in languid strokes that stoked his lust. In a sudden swift motion, he jerked her hand out of his jacket and turned to face her. Her eyes widened and her face went flush as she beheld his intense stare.
