"Fuck," he grunted as he grabbed her by her hair, forcing her to sit on his lap.
"I missed you," his breathing was harsh on her neck as he finally saw her after a week of being away from each other.
He hated that damned convention, all he can think about the entire time he was there was how he would love to bend her over on his desk and fuck her senseless.
He kicked her legs apart as he lifted her skirt even when she tried to protest by saying people might see them.
"Please Dom, stop. We should wait at least until after the office hours," she tried to hold into her reasons even when she felt her privates start to drip juices down her thighs.
No one should blame her. He simply is so darned perfect in the art of seduction. She bit on her lower lip, he had become an expert in seducing her into becoming a needy and lascivious woman.