We don't stop kissing.
"We can't," I lie, moaning when his mouth finds my neck. "We—"
"Fucking want this," he growls.
"You don't know what I fucking want."
He bites my bottom lip, eyes bright in the dim room. "Wouldn't be hard to figure out."
Cocky asshole.
He lifts me by the waist, setting me on the desk, nudging my thighs open with his knee. Rough hands smooth up my stockings, fingers ghosting under the hem of my skirt. My body yearns. Arousal ignites. I lean in, mouths battling again.
The fluorescents in the main area automatically flicker on.