Ava
My breathing was ragged as Chris’s mouth moved feverishly against mine. Our bodies were tangled together in a desperate heap on the plush office sofa, his hands roaming over my curves and bunching up the silky fabric of my black dress.
“Ava…” he groaned against my lips before trailing scorching kisses along my jawline. The coarse bristle of his five o’clock shadow scraped deliciously over my sensitive skin, eliciting a shudder from me.
I wound my fingers into the soft strands of his hair, tugging him closer to me as our hips rocked together. With each rough thrust, the familiar scent of his cologne and body wash overwhelmed my senses, blocking everything else out.
With a low growl, he captured my lips with his. Our tongues swirled together hungrily as his hands slid hig
