Nia shut the door behind them, and she leaned back against it for a moment, her eyes locked on Nash with a hungry he knew too well.
With a sly smile, she walked to him slowly, her hips moving from side to side in a way that made her curves stand out even more under the light.
Her jersey, wet from the two quarters, stuck tight to her medium tits, the fabric clinging like a second skin, and her nipples showed hard and clear through the thin cloth, poking out as if begging for his attention.
"So," she purred. "Private talk? Here? You finally want me badly?"
She stepped close enough that he could feel the heat rolling off her body, and her hand slid up his arm slowly, her nails scratching lightly over his muscles in a way that sent little sparks through his skin.
Then her fingers went down his chest, tracing the lines of his abs before she hooked them right into his waistband, pulling him a little closer with a firm tug.
