“I see that now, Raj. How does a man audition for this role?”

She nipped at his lip and then licked at the hurt. “No audition necessary for you. Darling.”

“I like the sound of that. I like the sound of that.” He tried to pull her down for a kiss, but she evaded his clever, clever hands.

“I don’t think you understand what seduction means,” she said, enjoying the game now as some of the tension from the day was replaced with desire. “You’ve been making all the moves so far. Touching my hair when we first met and then again in your office when I came to see you. The way your hands wandered when we danced at the wedding. And then that kiss in your apartment. You came to the Fire Lounge, and then took me out on a date.”

“Followed by some unforgettable fucking, wouldn’t you say? Come here. Let me take care of you.”

Before he could grab for her again, she slithered out of his reach. With her eyes on his, she pulled her sweater over her head, revealing a black satin cup that barely contained her full, plump breasts. “It’s my turn to make the first move.”

The unmistakable lust on his face ramped up her own, and she had to hold out a hand to stop him even as he vaulted out of the chair to grab for her. “Sit back down, Ajay Singh. There’s something I haven’t asked you yet. You have a filthy mouth when you’re fucking me. Is that just your style, or did you know that I love it?”

“I knew the moment I met you. I’m going to take you in a moment if you— Holy hell.”

She took her time now, enjoying his reaction as she slithered out of her pants.

“It’s like fucking Diwali, Rajneet.” He was breathing heavy as she stood in front of him wearing matching satin lingerie, albeit one of her most comfortable sets. She tugged at the thin black strings high on her hips that held up the small triangle at the apex of her thighs. Ajay’s stare went straight to her crotch.

She moaned, feeling herself moisten even more, and yanked out the elastic band that held her hair in its subdued ponytail. She shook out her hair and stood, offering herself to the powerful man in front of her who looked at her body like she was a goddess.

“You’re wound up. I’m wound up,” Raj said hoarsely. “Let’s take a break and relax. Do you remember how you had a taste of me? Maybe you want another one. Your very own happy hour.”