Briar's Point of View
He pressed her body back into the cold, hard wall of the room, trapping her with his hips.
"I was thinking about you," he breathed out, his face inches from hers.
The scent of mint and expensive cologne washed over her, intoxicating and overwhelming. His dark eyes bored into hers, stripping away her defenses.
"I can't get you out of my mind. The way you looked in this dress today..."
Brair licked her dry lips, her body responding to his proximity despite the fear of discovery. She felt his hands slide up her torso, roughly cupping her breasts through the tight fabric of her dress.
Her n*****s hardened instantly, pressing against the material. A gasp tore from her throat as she felt the rigid length of his c**k straining against his black formal pants, digging i
