Lucas Walker laid his shirt on the couch, unbuttoning his pants and letting them slide down his legs.
"I'm serious."
"But..." Ivana cast a glance between his legs, hastily forcing a smile: "It's... daylight. Isn't nighttime more... atmospheric? Why don't we go outside and talk, or..."
Imagine it - the room downstairs full of people, all aware of their rushed retreat upstairs after meeting and not doing anything. How would she manage to face them afterwards?
Lucas Walker strode over to the side of the bed, his arm reaching out to grab her leg. He pulled her closer, his arms supporting his weight as he leaned down to get face-to-face.
"Ivana, I've missed you. Don't deny me, alright?"
His voice was raspy but oh-so-soft.
Unable to find the words to reject him, Ivana bit her lip, her voice barely a whisper as she met his smoldering gaze.
"Can you at least close the curtains?"
