With a crisp "snap" sound, he didn't completely take off his trousers, but quickly pulled down the zipper, releasing his own little Robert, eager to be fed.
The floor-to-ceiling window curtains were not closed, and he didn't care. However, unlike the previous time, that time was just a test, not really intending to dine in the office.
But this time – he was truly starving!
Seemingly a bit impatient, even though he still deliberately wore that expressionless iceberg face on the surface, aside from that, all his actions showed that he was really anxious.
He was starved for several days, almost having it in his mouth several times only to be forced to spit it out. How could he not be anxious?
His big hand tightly circled her slim waist, forcefully pulling her towards him.
