The door locked. That little click. Final. Like sealing us in. Like no going back.
Marcus turned. Eyes so dark they looked black. The assistant had almost walked in, her voice right outside and my heart was still slamming against my ribs. Adrenaline. Fear. Lust. All mixed up until my p***y was throbbing harder than it ever had. I was bent over his desk still. Skirt shoved up around my waist. Panties caught on one ankle like some slutty decoration. t**s out, flushed, n*****s sore from his mouth and fingers earlier. Wetness dripping slow down my thighs cooling, sticky, making me shiver every time I moved even a little. God… I was a mess. His mess.
He stepped in close. No words. Just his hand sliding up my back warm, sure, fingers twisting into my hair. Tugging my head back so I had to look
