Alpha Zedd’s POV
The image of Delilah touching herself had consumed me for two f*****g days.
No matter what I did, I couldn’t get it out of my head. The way her back had arched off the bed. The way her thighs trembled. The soft, desperate sounds she made as her fingers worked her pretty p***y. I had forced myself to stay away. If I had seen her any sooner, I would have lost every shred of control and f****d her raw until she couldn’t walk. But today my restraint was hanging by a thread.
Delilah was currently sitting on my lap, her perfect ass pressed firmly against my painfully hard c**k. I could feel the heat of her through our clothes. Without her noticing, I pressed the remote on my desk, locking the office doors with a quiet click. No one would ever see what was mine again. Never.
