Gregory's POV
I stared at her, Kylie, bemused. Did she just beg me for a kiss?
No... This wasn't right. I wanted her, but not this way. She was starting to become desperate, and I wouldn't want to hurt her. She couldn't control herself while with me, what more of staying closer to me?
"Kylie..." I called, my voice calm, and she stared back with needy eyes. I noticed how tight she kept clamping her thighs, and I could swear that if not for self-control, I would have slammed her to the desk and claim her over and over again.
"Please," She whispered just enough for me to hear. I bit my lips, my eyes still searching hers. "I can't. This isn't you, Kylie. You have to control whatever it is we do here," I whispered, and f**k, I hated myself for saying that because she only gulped and backed
