Once I did that, I walked around Mal’s desk to sit in front of him after moving a pile of papers.
“Okay, I’m here. Now what?”
“Now you show me how sorry you are for calling me names.”
“How would I do that?”
“Start by unbuttoning my shirt.”
Leaning forward, I ran both hands down Mal’s shirt-clad chest, before slowly unbuttoning it. He wasn’t wearing an undershirt, so the heat from his skin was a pleasurable burn against my fingers.
I pushed the shirt aside and gazed at the firm chest in front of me.
“Mierda, your muscles have muscles. That is so hot.” Unable to resist, I stroked and lightly pinched a nipple. Mal gasped at the sensation.
“Oh, sensitive nipples. Good to know.” I straddled Mal’s body and leaned in for a kiss, all the while using both hands to roll and pinch his tender nubs. He arched his back while moaning into my mouth.