Content warning: Explicit s****l content. Only read when you’re alone!
[CAMI]
The sound that escapes Zeke’s throat when he hears what I want him to do is not human. He peels me off the wall, stumbles as he guides me to the desk. With the back of his hand, he carelessly pushes the folders from the surface, letting them plop to the floor in a scattered heap. With a smooth tug, he moves the laptop to the very edge, which concerns me, until I notice he still has his other hand across my stomach.
I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been and—I swear I’ll never forgive myself… and I swear I don’t f*****g care.
His hand doesn’t just shove me—it presses, like he’s making a point as my hip clips the edge of his desk and the rest of me folds over it. My palms slap the polished surface, my cheek sc
