Twisted Temptation
“All of it.”
Heat flooded my cheeks as I unclasped my bra, letting it fall. My panties slid down next, damp with proof of how badly I wanted this.
Damon was on me in a second, pulling me against his chest, his mouth crashing onto mine. His tongue slid deep, greedy, tasting me like he owned me. His hand squeezed my ass, fingers sliding between my thighs, groaning when he felt how soaked I was.
“She’s dripping,” he muttered against my lips.
Sterling moved behind me, his presence like a shadow. His hands gripped my hips, grounding me, his voice low in my ear. “On the desk.”