Bentley
“Get up,” I tell her, and she obeys immediately. I wrap my hand around her neck and push her against the wall. I only have a minute to rethink what I’m about to do, but I still don’t make the right decision and walk away from her.
I crash my lips into hers and suck on them like a f*****g starved man. My body tenses, overwhelmed with the rush of adrenaline and pleasure I feel all at once. I don’t kiss her softly because nothing is soft about what I feel for her—nothing is soft about the need for her that consumes my soul. I lift her all the way up to my desk. I really want to rip off her clothes and devour her, but I try to remain calm.
My body trembles, heat licking my skin, heat radiating from inside my body. I have to pause for a minute, dropping my head between her neck and
