Eleanor's knees wobbled as she rose from the carpet, her lips still tingling from the salty taste of Rhys's c**k, the ache in her jaw a delicious reminder of her novice submission.
Her blouse hung open, bra askew with one strap dangling, skirt rucked up around her waist like an invitation she couldn't retract.
The office air was thick with the musk of her arousal and his pre-c*m, the wall at her back a cold anchor as Rhys loomed over her, his erection jutting proudly—thick, veined, the head flushed dark and slick from her mouth.
His eyes burned with unrestrained hunger, that obsessive gleam turning feral, no patience left in his stance.
Foreplay had unraveled her, left her p***y clenching emptily, dripping down her thighs, but now? Now he was done teasing.
He needed to claim her, b
