“Sir,” I whispered, and it came out as a moan. My heart was thumping against my ribs. I was scared; anyone could walk in and catch us because I hadn’t locked the door. “Sir.”

He paused, looking deep into my eyes before he spoke. “You should focus on this,” he said, his voice thick and laced with lust. “Focus on my touch. I want you to feel it.”

“The door,” I managed to whisper. “It’s open. Anyone could come in.”

“Oh.” He stepped back, the heat between us cooling for a split second as he pulled away. “Is that so?”

I nodded. Part of me wanted this, wanted him, but...