He saunters around the desk and leans against it, just out of arms’ reach. Grinning mischievously, I scooch the chair closer to him so I can wind my fingers through his.
“Well, it’s not untrue,” I say with a wink.
His eyes float down to my breasts. Heat spreads from my n*****s right through the rest of me. Usually, there’s an argument that precedes any s****l interaction we have.
But it’s different this time.
Like Marcy yelling Eric’s name, there’s something calm and comforting for me to slip into, to nestle myself amongst.
This. Him. Us. It’s easy, it’s natural, it’s perfect—when we let it be.
His hand falls against my hip and I lean into him. I grip the edges of his desk and he leans down and presses his lips to mine.
He kisses me for a long time. Delicately at first, just the gra
