Olivia
My hands found their way to his shoulders, fingers digging into the hard muscle there. He tasted like wine and tiramisu, rich and intoxicating. I shifted on his lap, grinding against the hardness beneath me, seeking friction where I needed it most.
Alexander groaned into my mouth, his hands sliding down to grip my ass, guiding my movements against him. He pulled back just enough to look at me, his eyes dark with desire.
"f**k, Liv," he breathed, his voice rough. "You feel so good."
I should have stopped. I should have remembered that this was my boss, that we had a contract, and that this was supposed to be a business arrangement. But his hands were everywhere, and his mouth was hot on my neck, and I couldn't think straight.
"I want you," I whispered, surprising myself with my
