Cesar grabbed my head, threaded his fingers into my hair, and then buried his face in my neck. He made a masculine noise of satisfaction that I could feel deep inside my core before it settled between my legs. I rocked back, not fighting him, but shaken by this lightning bolt exploding in my chest and fizzing through my veins.
My breasts pressed against his hard, warm abs and a shiver rolled through me. He ran his face up and down my neck, as though he was savouring my smell, or maybe languishing in the fact that he had me right where he wanted
"Fuck." He groaned against my throat.
The desk was cold against my thighs as he stepped between them, forcing them further apart and making my skirt ride up...
My heartbeat drummed in my ears, and a cold sensation crept through me. Fear. He pressed his lips to my throat, kissing a slow line down it. Each one sent a sizzle between my legs, and | tilted my head to give him more access, a moan escaping my lips.
