But not of my own free will. He had coerced them out of me. Practically dragged them out of mythroat with his own bare hands.
The memory sets my skin on fire.
I find myself striding forward, right towards him.
If he’s surprised, he doesn’t show it. He moves slightly to let me through as I duck down and slipunderneath his desk.
Of course, once I’m underneath, he repositions himself so that I’m situated right between his legs.
I grit my teeth and try not to be affected by that.
But the warm darkness underneath here just makes me more aware of the charged space between us.
It feels like my heart is so loud in my ears that everyone else in the room should be able to hear it.
“One hundred! Ready or not, here I come!” Evie calls.
I hear the rustle o
