I yank him nearer, and he grunts—a carnal noise against my mouth. A low, dirty groan. His right hand grasps one hip, then his left hand comes down on the other. He’s bending over me, my back bowing on his desk. Wicked images flash before my eyes. Me scooting up on the mahogany then lying back, tugging him on top of me. Him hiking up my leg. Him grinding against me.
