Chapter 33. Where’s the Rubber?

MICHELLE

Before I had the opportunity to turn around, I was forced up flush against the desk with the sensation of hot breath whispering wonderfully down my neck, and the intense feeling of hot kisses traveling the full length of it.

I could feel Devon’s prominent bulge pressing into my lower back, and I knew that he had no intention of releasing me any time in the near future.

“Devon…” I whimpered out in a breathless whisper, which, if his ever-growing erection was any indication, seemed to encourage him.

“I’m here…” he chuckled as he turned me around and fixed his eyes, which were filled with hunger, on mine. “Who was that?”

“Rina…” I responded shortly. “My best friend…”

He nodded, and the blue-grey irises that were beaming back at me showed nothing but longing, and I discovered that I not only wanted to satisfy his unspoken demands but was also delighted by the possibility of doing so.

As if reading my mind, Devon slammed his body up agai