"You're mine! You will always be mine!"
He was so deep inside me, I wanted to run away. But there was nowhere to go.
His fingers danced inside me with the same rhythm as his engorged shaft.
He knew exactly how to undo me. My mind fractured between anger and pleasure, pride and need, each sensation blurring into the next until all I could do was feel.
Like I said earlier, common sense went through the nearest window.
It didn't stand a chance against the chaos of desire thrumming between us. Every rational thought had fled, leaving only the sharp, electric awareness of his hands on me, the slick heat of our bodies pressed together, the heady scent of sex lingering in the air. I screamed his name, forgetting we were in an office where someone could walk through at any moment. My pulse raced in time with his, and I could feel every muscle in my body tuned to the rhythm he set.
He groaned behind me, our skin contact creating a clapping sound.
