Lucinda’s POV. Just us. That was all I could think about. Just me and him, nobody else. The thought of it made me happy. Oh, how I wanted Darcus so much. I was really anxious for him to fuck me so hard, like I had been anticipating for days now. My body wanted him so bad. His mouth was hard on mine. He was rough, and desperate, like he wanted to eat every breath out of me. My back was pressed into the edge of his desk, as papers scattered under me, but I didn’t care. My fingers fisted his shirt, pulling him closer, closer, like even our skin wasn’t close enough. “Darcus,” I whispered against his lips, but it came out like a plea. He growled low in his chest, the sound vibrating into me, making my knees weak. One of his hands was on my waist, squeezing tight, while the other was sliding up my back to cup the back of my neck, holding me still while he kissed me harder. I melted. My body betrayed me completely, leaning into him and arching against him. Heat shot
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