Chapter 9

Richard slammed the door shut behind us with a force that rattled the framed diplomas on the wall, but neither of us cared.

My back hit the polished mahogany of Richard's office door before his hands were on me, gripping my waist, hauling me against him.

Our mouths crashed together, no finesse, no hesitation, just raw, desperate hunger. His tongue invaded me, thick and demanding, twisting against mine as I moaned into him, my fingers tangling in his dark hair. He tasted like ...