“You’re so fucking sexy.” He took her bottom lip between his teeth until she whimpered. “I almost want someone to walk through that door right now, see you like this—clothes half undone, gorgeous tits bouncing, pussy so wet for me you’re gonna leave a mark on this desk.” “Clark, Jesus.” Riley squeezed her thighs around his waist, locking her ankles behind back. “When we first met, I thought you were repressed.” Laughter made his strokes stutter. He brought two fingers to Riley’s lips, gently pushing inside so they rested on her velvet tongue. “I was a lot of things before I met you.”
