Zaeryn didn't give her time to recover. He slid his hand free, spun her around, and bent her forward over the obsidian desk in one smooth motion. Her palms slapped against the cool surface. Her heavy breasts almost spilled out through the cleavage.
With a movement of someone who had done this before, he yanked her tight pencil skirt up over her ass, bunching the fabric around her waist. Her black lace panties were already soaked from her pussy juices.
If nothing was proof that she was horny for him, then this was it. She was even more wet than the first time he was here.
Jade gasped sharply, her body jolting. "Noctis—" she started, voice tight with annoyance, but it cracked when he squeezed the same spot, fingers digging into warm, yielding flesh.
