The office was small, barely more than a closet with a desk, some filing cabinets, and a narrow couch that had seen better days. But the moment the lock clicked, Brandon had me pressed against the door, his body caging mine, his mouth claiming mine in a bruising kiss.
I moaned into his mouth, my hands fisting in his shirt as his tongue invaded me with the same dominance he always showed. His knee pressed between my thighs, and I couldn't stop myself from grinding against him, desperate for friction.
"f**k," he groaned, pulling back to stare at me with those dark, hungry eyes. "You're wearing that skirt."
I glanced down at the short plaid skirt I'd chosen this morning—the one that barely covered my ass, the one I'd worn specifically hoping to run into him. "You like it?"
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