He stood, lifting me effortlessly like I weighed nothing, his 6’2” frame towering over my 5’4” one. My legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, but he spun me, bending me over Maddy’s desk, my full breasts pressed hard against her sketchpads, pencils and fabric swatches rolling off the edge and clattering to the floor.
The wood was cool against my n*****s, making them tighten into aching peaks.
“Teasing me all day with that little crop top,” he growled low in my ear, his voice rough with dominance. His hand slapped against my ass, and it felt sharp and stinging, the heat blooming instantly across my skin.
I yelped, the sound muffled by the desk, causing my body to jerk forward.
“You watched me f**k Lisa, didn’t you? Dirty little girl.”
“Yes,” I admitted on a shaky breath, pushin
