Roxy kicked off her heels as she entered her bedroom, the door clicking shut behind her with a soft thud. She moved with a grace that was at odds with her six-inch stilettos and the pile of papers she clutched in one hand. With a flick of her wrist, the papers sailed through the air and landed with a satisfying slap on her dresser. She let out a sigh of relief as she began to shed her clothes, each piece hitting the floor with a muted thud.
Finally, she was down to her underwear, a lacy black number that left little to the imagination. She crawled onto the bed, her body moving with a fluidity that spoke of years of dance training. Her hand moved of its own accord, slipping beneath the waistband of her underwear and finding her most sensitive spot. She closed her eyes, her breath hitching as she lost herself in the sensation of her own touch.
Meanwhile, Radius had been standing in the doorway, watching her with a smirk. He had come to her apartment with every intention of discussing the business proposal she had emailed him earlier that day. But now, seeing her like this, he found himself at a loss for words. He had always known that Roxy was a force to be reckoned with, but seeing her like this, so unguarded and vulnerable, was a side of her he had never seen before.
He approached her, his footsteps silent on the plush carpet. Roxy's eyes snapped open as she felt his breath on her skin. She looked up, surprised to see Radius looming over her.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't my little exhibitionist," Radius said, a playful insult lacing his words.
Roxy rolled her eyes, but a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. "Shut up and get over here," she commanded.
Radius didn't need to be told twice. He kneeled on the bed, his face level with Roxy's hips. His tongue darted out, tasting her. Roxy gasped at the contact, her back arching off the bed. Radius's tongue delved deeper, eliciting moans from Roxy. His hands roamed her body, gripping her hips and pulling her closer.
Roxy's hand never stopped moving, her fingers working her clit in time with Radius's tongue. She was close, so close, but she wanted more. She wanted him inside her.
Radius's mouth left her, and Roxy protested. But her protest turned into a gasp as she felt him positioning himself at her entrance. He thrust into her, hard and fast. Roxy's hips met his, their rhythm in sync.
Their lovemaking was intense, passionate. It was a dance of power and submission, of give and take. Roxy was in control, but Radius was more than happy to follow her lead.
As they reached their climax, Roxy's hand gripped Radius's shoulder, her nails digging into his skin. Radius's hands gripped her hips, his fingers leaving bruises on her skin.
As they lay there, panting and spent, Roxy looked at Radius with a smirk. "I didn't take you for the exhibitionist type," she said.
Radius chuckled, his hand reaching up to brush a stray lock of hair from her face. "There's a lot you don't know about me," he said.
Roxy's smirk turned into a smile. "I can't wait to find out," she said.
And with that, they turned their attention back to each other, ready to explore the depths of their connection.
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