Just as I'm about to nod in understanding, he reaches out and palms me by the face harshly, pulling me into him. His touch hard and controlling. His eyes full of lust and want. The battle of what he wants and what is right storms in his eyes.
Closing my eyes, I lean into his touch for more.
“f**k it!" he breathes heavily. His breath smelling of coffee.
His lips crash onto mine, and I sigh into him. His tongue seeking mine like a hunter in the sss. Using his body, he pushes me backward. My feet stumbling with every step until the back of my thighs hit the front of his desk. He grabs me under the thighs and lifts me, throwing me on top.
My dress rises as I slide along the cold desk.
I palm his smooth cheeks as his lips continue to kiss and peck the sensitive skin of my neck. It's as
