The shift in his hand made her breath hang, dragged another little whimper from her parted lips. The fingers at the back of his neck curled in just a little, just enough to create pressure when he stepped back, her nails sinking a little further into the skin. Elia slid forward to meet him again, her body flush against his, all lush curves and bare skin in contrast to his half-clothed body.
"You don't strike me as such an obedient employee," she offered, her free hand pressing against his chest to slide down the dark fabric of his shirt. "Is making your rounds on Management's orders so enjoyable that you would leave me?"