"Something is very wrong‚" I muttered to myself. "With him and with you."
My imagination took the memory and ran with it before I could catch up. Suddenly I wasn't standing in the doorway anymore. I was inside the office. The door was locked behind me. And Thorne wasn't alone at his desk anymore because I was there‚ bent over the dark mahogany surface with my skirt pushed up around my waist and nothing underneath because he had already taken my panties.
I imagined his hands on my hips‚ gripping hard enough to bruise. I imagined the heat of him pressing against me from behind‚ that impossible‚ terrifying length nudging against my entrance‚ stretching me open slowly‚ inch by inch‚ filling me so completely that there was no room left for anything else.
"Stop it‚" I hissed under my breath‚
