47 parts Ongoing MatureShe tried to glare, but the effect was ruined by her flushed cheeks. "I spent an hour getting ready-"
"And I'll spend the next ten minutes undoing all that hard work," I promised darkly, enjoying how her breath hitched. "By the time we reach the top floor, everyone will know exactly what their boss has been up to."
"You wouldn't dare," she whispered, but the spark in her eyes told me she wasn't entirely opposed to the idea.
"Wouldn't I?" My thumb traced her lower lip. "Try me, princess. We still have fifteen floors to go..."
Her attempt at looking scandalized was adorable. "You're enjoying this far too much."
"Baby," I pressed closer, "you have no idea." My thumb traced her jawline. "Ten more floors to go. Want to see how undone I can make you look by then?"
"Dev..." she tried again, those doe eyes looking up at me pleadingly. "Think about it... if you mess up my saree now, what will the staff think?"
I couldn't help but laugh at her attempt at manipulation. "Nice try, princess." My fingers traced her collarbone. "But watching you try to sweet-talk your way out of this?" I leaned closer, "Only makes me want to mess you up more."
"But-" she bit her lip, "I need to look presentable. Professional." Her hands smoothed over my shirt in that innocent way that drove me crazy. "You want them to take your wife seriously, don't you?"
"Oh sweetheart," I chuckled darkly, "trust me, they'll take you very seriously. Especially when they see how thoroughly claimed you look. Seven floors to go..."
"Dev Singh Rajwansh!" She pushed against my chest, trying to look stern. "This is completely unprofessional-"
"Says the woman who's currently gripping my shirt like her life depends on it," My fingers tightened slightly in her hair, tilting her head back to expose her neck, smirking as she immediately loosened her fingers. "Five floors left, baby. Want to try scolding me again?"
SAB YAHI PE JAAN LOGE KYA?..........