“Okay?” he murmurs against the back of my neck.
I nod so fast I almost give myself whiplash. The belt is digging into my throat while Kir claims a new part of me, and I feel like “orgasm” no longer properly describes what’s about to happen to me. We need a new word for what’s coming. The old things just won’t do anymore.
He eases just the tip of his finger past the resistance, maybe half an inch, and something inside me detonates. I slam my hips back into him so hard he grunts, and then I’m grinding against him, chasing it, greedy, feral, completely beyond shame. I’m making crazy sounds and his hand over my mouth is the only barrier between me and the entire newsroom hearing exactly what’s happening in this darkroom.
“f**k,” he breathes. “There she is. She’s mine. And she knows it.”
Wi
