Chapter FourDuring this first, careful kiss, a switch flips in us. A fuse blows. This was a daft idea, and a moment of genius at the same time.
He pushes me back onto the desk, and down. I don’t fight it. This is what I’ve wanted.
A pen holder gets knocked over and its contents clatter onto the floor, along with sheets of paper that glide downwards, zig-zagging through the air.
My legs spread around him, his hand cups my cheek and he eagerly takes what’s on offer. My kisses, as many as I’m willing to give, for starters. Though he isn’t rough, he’s confident. Weaving his fingers through the hair at the back of my neck, he secures me where he wants me. His other hand explores my thigh, squeezing and stroking the skin left exposed by my stocking.
He’s a force to be reckoned with. A caged
