Enzo's POV
Still leaning against him in the dimly lit office, I felt the steady warmth of his palm sliding along my thighs in slow, lazy caresses that made my skin prickle with awareness.
But the gentleness turned rough in a blink his grip tightened suddenly, firm enough to make me hiss through my teeth.
"This place is packed with people. This is no place to be walking around in shorts," he muttered, voice low and sharp like he was scolding me.
I rolled my eyes, my chest pressing against his as I tilted my head. "Here we go again. Are you really going to lecture me about my clothes?"
"Shouldn't I?" His tone held that dangerous calm that said he wasn't asking for my opinion.
I shifted against him, straddling his lap so I could meet his gaze properly. His hands were already sliding lower, possessive, one of them grabbing my ass and pulling me closer until I could feel his length pressing against me through the thin barrier of fabric.
