CHAPTER FOURTY TWO
HORIZONTAL TANGO
MARK AND BEATRICE
Mark gulped, he was excited all through. His hands were on the door knob.
His d**k tingled in excitement.
He stripped her naked with his eyes, away for moments. He had pictured banging her hard from behind. He wanted to hear her moan and beg for mercy.
He wanted her to beg for him to stop but continue, for him to be slow but then fast. The racy thoughts of him choking her.
He was called back when he heard a bang sound. He shivered and gasped for air. Was it fear? or excitement? Beatrice couldn't read him or even understand him.
"F!ck it" He growled and went straight to her desk. He grabbed her by her neck and kissed her.
"Hold on" She whispered, she paused and moved him inches away from her.
"This is my show remember?" Sh
