Iris's POV He pushed me against the desk. His body pinned mine, his thigh pressing between my legs. I moaned, my hands gripping his shirt, my hips rolling against him. He was hard, so hard, and I could feel it through his pants, the thick length of him pressing against me.His mouth crashed onto mine, not gentle, not asking. His tongue swept in, claiming, dominating, and I melted into it, my body arching into his. He tasted like whiskey and something darker, something him, and I wanted more. I wanted all of it.He bit my lower lip, soothed it with his tongue. "You taste like sin, Iris."His hands slid under my tank, palming my breasts. My nipples were hard, aching, and when he pinched one, I gasped, my back arching off the desk."You’re already wet, aren’t you?" His hand slipped into my short, his fingers finding my clit without hesitation. He circled it, once, twice, and I bucked against him, a broken sound tearing from my throat. "You've been like this all day.""Yes." There was n
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