I gripped the edge of my desk so hard my fingers burned.
“God, Tristan...”
My voice broke into a gasp as his hips slammed into me again, my skirt bunched high on my waist, panties shoved down just far enough for him to have full access.
“Mm, you’re loud today,” he murmured against my ear, his breath hot, his tone cocky. “Bet they can hear you in the hallway.”
“Shut up,” I hissed, but it melted into a moan when he thrust again, deep this time, my breasts flat against the table so my back arched and I felt every inch of him.
He groaned, gripping my hips and pulling me back into him.
“You feel so good like this. Bent over your own desk. Your back is so sexy… God, so tight.”
He grabbed me by my skirt, thrusting harder.
“You’re going to... ruin...my skirt.”
“I’ll buy you ten,” he sai
