~ TESS ~

As soon as I have space, I kick off my shoes and shimmy my jeans down my thighs. Killan doesn’t waste a second. The moment his jeans fall to his knees, he lifts me onto the cool wooden desk, stepping between my legs like he belongs there—because he does. I spread for him without hesitation, bracing my hands behind me as I lean back.

“The things you do to me,” he growls, his voice thick with desire as he slides the head of his cock against my entrance. He’s ...