Daring Orders

She was pressed against his table with her chest, the right side of her cheek kissed the mahogany desk. The hem of her dress now rested above her waist, leaving nothing but her round bare ass in a thong to his view.

Klaus smiled and his tongue grazed his lower lip at the sight. He knew exactly how she had gotten to that point.

He had moved to her, pushing past his desk and his right arm cupped her thin waist. She could hear the sound of her heart thrumming in her chest, the sound pleasured him, elevated his pride.

He pulled her further into his arms, so close she could breathe in the very air he let out, and he could drink in the scent of her breath, of her hair, the scent of her arousal. He knew she was already wet in her panties and dry in her throat.

Klaus lowered his lips to Arabella's, but he tasted the skin of her right cheek first, he traveled to her left chin and few inches below her lower lip.

He sucked in a deep breath when she muttered something about how badly she need