~CHAPTER NINETY FOUR~
Hardin grabs me by the waist, pressing my hips hard against the edge of his massive wooden desk. His hands are rough as he yanks my short flare gown up over my ass, bunching the soft fabric around my waist like he’s unwrapping something that already belongs to him.
“f**k, look at you,” he growls, voice thick with lust. Two thick fingers hook into the crotch of my soaked panties and pull them roughly to the side. Without warning, he sinks two fingers deep into my dripping cunt, curling them instantly against that sweet spot inside me.
A broken moan rips from my throat. “Ahh—babe…”
“Damn… Amelia,” he rasps, pumping his fingers slowly at first, letting me feel every inch as he stretches me. “You’re f*****g dripping down my hand already and I haven’t even started ban
