Finally, Pyris stood and closed the distance between them in a few strides. His hands found her waist, and with a firm yet gentle grip, he lifted her onto the desk. She leaned forward, her lips seeking his, but he stopped her with a finger pressed lightly against her mouth.
"We have all night," he murmured, his voice low and deliberate. "Don't rush good things, Emberly."
He let his fingers trail from her ear, down the curve of her neck, across her shoulder, and finally to her exposed cleavage. Emberly's breath hitched at the sensation, her body trembling beneath his touch. She bit her lip, trying to hold back a reaction, but her body betrayed her.
"You've fallen way too far for your son, haven't you?" Pyris said, his tone laced with both amusement and satisfaction.
