ISABELLA
"Wait," I slipped away from the desk, straightening and turning to face him. My heart thudded against my chest as I tried to catch my breath. This was the heat of the moment, but I needed to think first. "Why are we doing this here?"
He groaned and threw back his head. "Didn't we already talk about this? I'd advice you to stop talking," He pressed his body back to mine. Even in my jeans, I could feel the heat of him. "And let me take control."
He smirked and dived back into kissing me. His hands travelled down my waist, down to my buttocks before he grabbed it firmly and pushed me against his thick bulge.
Before I knew what was happening, he was unzipping my top and throwing it off my body. I was left in a small tank top that barely covered my belly, and he pulled it off imm
