"Apologize to me," I whispered, unbuckling his belt slowly.He leaned back, his eyes trained on mine with a cocky, unapologetic glint."I'm sorry, mama," he drawled playfully, although I could feel the heat."You don't sound sorry," I said, still taking my time in unfastening his pants. "I'm not," he replied, still with that smirk.I fixed my straps and got off his lap, faking annoyance as I turned away.I'd barely made it two steps before I heard him push his chair back.Zephyr caught me by the waist, pulling me against him, before turning a little to clear the things on his table: files, books, papers, pens, with a glide of his arm.They scattered across the floor. He then lifted me and set me on the edge of the table, caging me in with his arms, as he leaned in."I love when you put up an attitude," he drawled sexily. "Especially a fake one."I blushed."You see, I just can't let you go, Wildflower, not especially after making such a mess on my pants," A hand slid between my thi
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