YVONNE'S P.O.V
My brèasts flattened against the table.
I gasped out loud, standing on my toes. By the side of the room was a full-length mirror that allowed me to see Mr Voss at my back.
His face was full of dark desire and passion as he got down on his knees. “Don’t move Yvonne.”
His warning growl made a shudder ripple through my body. I placed my hand on the edge of the desk while he held my thighs as he slid my foot out of my heels and tossed them in a corner of the room
My body was on fire. From my head to my toes, every part of me burned.
Mr Voss's large warm hands slid up and up, slowly, too slowly
“Clayton, pleaseee,” I whined. I could see his face from the mirror in front of us, how he was deeply enthralled, how his lips parted and his chest shuddered with his uneven breat
