And he was more than I’d ever dreamed of. I sat up to kiss those delicious lips again, tasting myself as well as him. As we paused for breath, I glanced down and saw the outline of his c**k straining at his pants, and I was unprepared for the heat that rushed through me. Heat followed by a wave of apprehension.
“Are you going to f**k me here?” I whispered.
Another question rode hot on its heels. What if I wasn’t good enough?
“Not here. Tempting though it is with you draped over my desk like that, your first time is going to be in a bed, Meera.”
“So you’re going to f**k me upstairs?”
“No, I’m going to make love to you upstairs. There’s plenty of time for f*****g later.”
But there wasn’t. If Meera hadn’t called me back by morning, this would be over. Because I’d have to go and find her
