RINA

Graham tightened his iron grip around my waist, lifting me slightly off my feet and pressing me so close against his massive frame that his rock-hard, fully erect cock pressed even harder straight into my lower stomach.

The unyielding weight of his body against mine sent a dangerous jolt of heat racing directly through my veins.

"Am I wrong, Princess?" he murmured, his dark eyes burning with a deeply predatory, knowing amusement as he looked down at my flushed face.

"Aren't you literally grinding your pretty little self against my cock right now? I bet my shoes under that desk weren't nearly enough to satisfy you, huh?"

I felt...