Chapter 97

My body already corresponded to your touch as if memorizing each of your actions. My heart missed a beat when his hand climbed through the straight cut of the skirt, lifting it very subtly, as his hand slid closer and closer to the apex of my thighs. And my breath got stuck in my lungs when his other hand slid inside the suit and under the shirt, easily finding my underwear.

When I made a sound very similar to a gasp, he turned me sharply against his chest, and made me lean my ass against his desk. That hand that was in my bra stood up to hold my neck very lightly, and my eyes must have blinked with the glow of lust, because he held my jaw and pressed until he got close enough to take my lips on his.

It was not an affectionate kiss, it was hungry, as if he had been for days, maybe weeks, without seeing me, and wanted to end all the longing in a single gesture. But I knew what that really meant. It was his fetish, ours, mixed with the savagery of excitement. And there was no mor