Man is free at the moment he wishes to be. -Voltaire
My trembling body melts against his muscular frame. He slides his arm around my waist, pulling me closer. His lips leave a trail of kisses over my cheekbone before he claims my mouth once more. Somewhere from deep within my body, I moan.
Drake releases me. He takes a few steps back, holding me at arm's length.
"I want you." His voice is desire laden. "But I need to know you feel the same way. That you want me, too."
I close the short distance between us. "I do want you, Drake. It's always been you." My breath is shallow and ragged. Warmth spreads across my face.
Drake stares at me. His hands encase my waist. He lifts me off my feet. He sits me on top of his desk. The warmth of his breath flows over my ear.
I tilt my head to the sid
