Grace
My eyes flew wide, one hand clutching his shoulder, the other pressed desperately over my mouth as I tried to stifle the sounds spilling out of me.
My chest rose and fell in shallow breaths. My back ached against the hard desk, my legs parted shamelessly, and Apollo stood between them, a damn toy buzzing mercilessly against my c**t.
And all I could do was stare at the man who made me this way.
He looked proud. That dangerous curve at the corner of his lips twitched, his gaze fixed on me like I was nothing but his masterpiece. His hand kept me pinned in place, preventing me from squirming away, but the pleasure was too much, making it impossible to stay still.
Unbelievable. I couldn’t believe such a small thing could make a woman feel like this. It wasn’t his c**k, nothing could
