Mary D. Sant
"Bend over. I want to see your ass while I fuck you."
God! At the same time as his words aroused me, they managed to irritate me. Even now, he's still the same bastard, arrogant and bossy as ever, who always wanted things his way.
"Why would I do that?" I asked, feeling my legs weaken.
"I'm sorry if I made you think you had any choice," he said before grabbing my hair and pushing my torso, forcing me to lean over and place my hands on the surface of his desk.
Oh, hell. It made me smile, and ...