My breathing hitched as he pushed me up against the floor-to-ceiling window behind his desk. The sheer harshness in his touch and the rogue gleam in his piercing gaze instantly had me wet and aching as he crushed his lips to mine. 

I eagerly opened up for him at the slightest demand, his tongue darting in as if there was nothing more important than to taste and conquer every part of me. Each expert and relentless stroke, accompanied by a hand kneading the nape of my neck, brought me ...