Chapter Fifty-Eight
My fingers flex across the top of my desk. I wanted to feel those heels digging into my lower back. For those heels to be the only thing that she was wearing as I buried my c**k deep inside of her.
“Marcus told me I should thank you properly.” Amelia all but purred. She looked down at the floor before looking at me. “So, I’ve come to do what he ordered.”
“Really?” I asked, dragging my tongue over my lower lip. “And how did our mate want you to thank me?”
“With my mouth,” Amelia said, walking around my desk. I swiveled my desk chair so that I was facing her. She leaned over, bracing her hands on both my knees. Her eyes flicked down to my crotch, where my erection was tenting my slacks. “Is that what you would like, Louis? For me to take you into my mouth as a thank y
