Chapter 4: Until Morning
The office was small and dim. One desk lamp threw weak light across an old brown couch against the wall. It looked like it had been there for years, the cushions worn soft in the middle.
Kane shut the door behind us and locked it. No more words. He pushed me down onto the couch and followed, covering my body with his. His mouth found mine hard. His hands yanked the hoodie the rest of the way off me, then my shirt. My bra went next. When I was bare from the waist up he leaned back just long enough to look at me.
“Stay like that,” he said.
He stripped the rest of his clothes fast. I watched the tattoos shift across his chest and arms as he moved. Then he was on me again, knees spreading my thighs wide on the couch. The head of his d**k dragged through the wetness
