Chapter 165. Not a Rumor

“Olivia.” I groaned when her fingers fell past my belt, warm, gripping my achingly hard dick through my pants.

Dropping my hand to her wrist with a smack, I clutched and pulled it away.

This was not the plan. Not here.

She groaned in protest. “Please Colt, it’s been days.” Opening her mouth more to me, her palm flattened against my cheek, caressing, fingers scratching my stubble.

“I want you.” I groaned, tasting her tongue, the sweet hint of Nutella and syrup. “I want you bad.” 

She started to back away towards her desk.

“Take me.” She pushed her breast into me, soft even under her all that clothing, and my dick jumped. "I’m yours. Take me.”

“I know,” I breathed, sucking on her lips, juicy and plump, and so fucking soft. “You’ll always be mine.” 

I pushed my hand under her jacket, and her firm belly trembled to my touch. “Yes, you’ve been good, waiting for only my touch.”

“I’m so wet.” She turned her head away, her lips parted