#Chapter132
Angel nodded and vanished. Ronan continued towards his man's office, pausing in the doorway. The big guy was not doing paperwork. He was throwing a pencil up at the ceiling, chuckling every time it got lodged in the plasterboard, and waited for it to fall down again.
/"You look sexy in a suit,/" Ronan commented as he made his way in, closing the door behind him. /"Have I ever told you that?/"
/"All the time,/" Raven replied, leaning back, his arms folding across his torso. /"But I'll never tire of hearing it./"
Something passed between them. A great surge of intensity that had his shorts feeling tighter and the air ripe with a current that left his flesh tingling. Raven must have felt it too as he sat up straight, shifting and clearing his throat.
/"I want you,/" Ronan said softly. /"I want you to fuck me. The way we used to fuck./"
