“You get it now. You get it.”

“Yes.” My mouth is open against his cheek. I’m dazed, barely aware of where we are. Our surroundings. What day it is. “Yes, I get it.”

A shudder goes through him. “You’re going to tell me every single thing about you. All right? Everything. Every like and dislike. Everything that scares you or makes you happy. I want to know about them.” He jerks me to the edge of the desk. “But right now, I need to make you come. Can’t concentrate. Not until you’re sitting in a puddle on this desk.”

“A p-puddle?”

“Fuck yes.” He’s slowly pushing the skirt up my...