CHAPTER SEVENTY ONE.

　　Theo’s pov

　　She kissed me harder like I wouldn't respond, is she kidding?

　　I live for this.

　　I press her closer, I needed to have her closer. I place a hand on her hips which she took as a sign to press into me more and for a moment, I give in.

　　Pressing her back into the wall and devouring her, I slid a knee between her legs and she moaned rubbing herself against it.

　　I know she would be late for work if we keep this up but I couldn't resist, nobody could. I have never wanted her more, I needed her badly.

　　This isn't right, she had to work.

　　With all my strength, I wrench my mouth away from hers, she tries to kiss me again but I step back. I held her back.

　　She pouted, "What?"

　　I shrugged, "I don't want you to be late." I said.

　　She rolled her eyes, "since when do you care if I am late or not?" She asked stomping her foot. Her breaths come out in spurts as she blinks at me.

　　"I am a big girl, so what if I am a little late. My boss wouldn't fire me." She said.