Forbidden Desires
He was already there, leaning against the desk in a black shirt, looking powerful and dangerously handsome.
“Lock the door, Emily,” he said, his voice echoing slightly in the big hall.
The moment the lock clicked, he crossed the room in a few strides and pulled me into a deep, possessive kiss. His hands roamed over my body hungrily — squeezing my breasts, grabbing my ass, sliding under my skirt.
“You’ve been such a good girl these past two weeks,” he murmured against my lips. “Always wet and ready for me. Have you been thinking about my cock all day?”