"Come on," he coaxed, patting his chest. "You can keep working if you want. Just sit where I can reach you."
"This is insane," Aylin thought, but she was already moving, straddling his chest.
"Further up," he commanded.
"I can't—this is awkward."
"Trust me." His hands gripped her hips, pulling her forward until she was hovering over his face. "Now sit."
"But—"
"Sit, Aylin."
She lowered herself slowly, gasping when his tongue made the first contact. "Oh God."
"Keep working," he said against her, the vibration making her shiver. "Don't let me distract you."
"How am I supposed to, oh!" She reached forward blindly for the laptop, trying to pull it back in front of her. "Zayden, this is impossible."
His only response was to grip her thighs tighter and devour her like a man starved.
