I was currently tucked under Tate. He hovered over me on his elbows and attacked my lips. I felt like an i***t just laying there under him, so I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his chest down onto mine.
I heard Tate growl lowly in the back of his throat as he pushed harder on my lips. I felt his left hand trail down the side of my body and rest on my hip. I quietly moaned in satisfaction and his grip on my waist tightened as I fisted my hands into his hair.
This felt nice. The sensation was indescribable and all I felt was tingles and rainbows and-
"Tate! Where are you man?" a voice shouted from outside of the chamber from inside Tate's office.
I groaned as the moment shattered. I leaned away from Tate's lips and glanced over at the chambers staircase.
Tate however ignored
