Creaaak...

The desk shifts beneath us, its protest a low, deliberate groan that echoes in the room.

Derek: "Why not admit it? You enjoy surrendering to me like this."

His breath fans against my neck, and I can't suppress the soft moan that escapes me.

Derek: "Gods. You're driving me mad baby doll"

His movements grow fiercer, each one a declaration of control , At last, the molten heat of him pushes deeper, claiming me entirely. Overwhelmed, I cling to him, the world falling away in the haze of forbidden ecstasy.

Who would have expected that the boy with a bad reputation would be in a relationship with the daughter of a rich and reputable family?