![]() ![]() From doing whatever it is he so desperately craves to do. One holds the seat behind me, just above my head, and the one that was between my legs is now braced against the door, like he must hold on to something to keep him from touching me. Trapped in his car, every sensation feels heightened, knowing how easily it is for him to admit his desire. He takes a deep breath and then exhales, the warmth of it lingering as he pulls away slightly. “You,” he says, “are exactly what I want.” Adrian dips his head again, close enough to kiss, and I want it so much that tears come to my eyes. I tucked them into my purse, not liking their condition after … well, after what he did to me. Adrian lets out a groan, the tip of his nose running along my neck, teasing me. ![]() It’s the softest of touches and my eyes close, my lips parted and my head falling back. His hand comes down on my knee and without hesitation he pushes it up between my legs, forcing my skirt up as his fingers brush against my slit. ![]() And then there are things that we want to do.” He leans in closer, whispering at the shell of my ear, “I want you.” “When the workday is over, there are other things we must do. ![]()
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