But she never imagined that humoring him would cost her the entire afternoon.
It was as if Timothy York had found a new game, or perhaps he was deliberately stalling. Either way, he made Summer Thorne lose all track of time.
It wasn't until the sky outside began to darken that Summer Thorne had a sudden realization—
"Don't... don't you have to go to the office today?"
Timothy York lowered his head, kissing her shoulder blades. "Go to the office now?" he murmured. "Are you worried my employees don't already think I'm a tyrant?"
"As if that matters to you..."
"You're right, it's not important at all," Timothy York said, his hand expertly exploring. "There are far more important matters to attend to right now."
Summer Thorne instantly bit her lower lip, her eyes, rimmed with a faint blush, meeting his.
The man who used to cover her eyes, not daring to look, now savored watching her expression throughout the entire process.
