The next morning, Yvonne held her sore waist and could barely get out of bed. She said Kenneth could push her away if he didn't want it, but by the end, she could barely push Kenneth away.
Kenneth had been far too intense, gripping her waist like he had endless strength. When she said no, he bit at her ear, his deep, masculine voice thick with desire as he asked if that wasn't exactly what she had been asking for.
When Yvonne ended up on the desk, all the documents were swept off to the floor by Kenneth. Besides the desk, there were also the floor to ceiling window, the nearby sofa, and even the bedroom, all bearing traces of their passion. His hand had tightened around her neck, the intimacy almost overwhelming.
Kenneth even tried to switch on the light, but Yvonne stopped him. She lea
