He gently laid me over the desk. I realized that I was lying on his jacket.
“The marble gets cold,” he explained, hovering over me. I didn’t care how he knew that or if he had f.ucked someone else here. Right now, there was only us two.
I reached for his pants, and he stilled, closing his eyes.
“Not yet. I don’t want you to regret doing anything,” He looked pained to say that, but his jaw was set.
I couldn’t believe that there was anything that I would regret doing with this man, but I knew my brain was consumed with l.ust.
“Let me touch you.” He kissed my forehead. “Let me show you how much I worship you,” He kissed my mouth, and I forgot how to breathe.
“I want to make you feel good if you'll let me." There was a plea in his voice I couldn't ignore, that I didn't want to ignor
