I lifted her. She locked her legs around my waist immediately, tight and sure, like her body had been waiting for the chance. I carried her to the desk and set her on the edge and then I was between her knees and her hands were in my hair and we were kissing again, messier now, teeth and breath and we were kissing again, messier now, all teeth and breath and the raw sound of two people who had stopped holding back.She got both hands on the buckle and yanked it open, fingers shaking so hard the metal slipped once against her skin before it finally gave in. The leather dragged free. She shoved it aside without looking and went for the button of my trousers, breath already short against my mouth.I stayed still for her, one hand braced on the desk, the other spread wide on her thigh. I felt the muscle jump under my palm as she got the zipper down and shoved the fabric out of the way. She grabbed the front of my shirt, pulled me in hard, and I went with her, gripping her thigh tighter un
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