42) underground Angel

Kim 

I walk in through the big oak doors to his office. His eyes lift from the papers littering his desk and run up and down my body. I pull the tie of my knee length coat and shrug the leather from my shoulders to reveal nothing underneath. His eyes darken but he makes no effort to move. Making my way around the desk, he pulls his chair out so I can half lean half sit on the desk in front of him. He looks up at me with nothing but a predatory gaze. Running his eyes from my heel clad feet up to my dead serious eyes. His hands find my hips and he props me properly on the desk while standing. His gaze drifts down my body once more before locking on my eyes. 

"You never cease to amaze me." He leans forward and kisses me. It's slow and deep and claiming. He tastes like whiskey. I arch my back into the kiss. Into his body. We fit so well together. He laces his fingers through my hair and tugs so he has better access to every inch of my mouth. My fingers pop each