Thorne’s POV.
“Now…” I said, wiping my lips with the back of my hand, her taste still fresh on my tongue. “Shall we move to the next topic?”
“Please…” she whimpered. “I want to be touched… down here…”
Her voice cracked with need. She was trembling, needy, desperate.
“Right in my c**t,” she cried, not caring how filthy it sounded.
Her elbows pressed into the desk for support, her back arched just enough. Her legs were spread wide, toes barely holding on at the edge of the table. Her panties were soaked—already shoved to the side—showing off that perfect little pink p***y just waiting for me.
I stepped between her thighs, gaze dropping to the spot she wanted touched most.
“Right,” I muttered, eyes darkening. “This… would be our next topic.”
I said it slow.
Lustfully.
Letting her he
