"Say it," he growled, his voice rough against the shell of my ear. "Tell me you want this."
My breath hitched as his hand slid up my spine, slow and possessive, until his fingers tangled in my hair.
"I want you," I whispered.
"No," he said, dragging his lips along my jaw, "don't whisper it. I've spent weeks trying not to hear you. Now I want every word."
Our mouths collided like we'd been starving for years—hot, desperate, wrong in every way.
His desk dug into my thighs. My nails raked across his back.
And somewhere between guilt and hunger, he breathed,
"God forgive me... but I need to taste everything I'm not allowed to touch."
a story full of tension, desire, and forbidden attraction.
If you enjoy slow-burn romance and love stories that cross the line in the best way, I hope you’ll give it a read.
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