Aisha
"Oh, I-"
I can't even get the words out because he's walking me backward into the hallway, his fingers undoing the buttons on my blouse.
"W-Wait," My mind goes blank with Morris's fingers brushing against my skin as he pulls my blouse off, dropping it into the hallway. Why does he seem more desperate than I do? However, his fingertips are leaving a blaze of heat across my skin, and I feel exposed in my bra. However, his fingers reach behind me, pulling me into his body, and I hear the soft click of my bra hook being undone.
I want to protest. The last time we had fallen into bed together, I had been high on pheromones. This time, I'm more self-aware, and my heart is beating like a nonstop drum, the sound echoing within my ears.
Morris pulls off my bra, and my arms move to cover
