CHAPTER 127

Alex

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“Is that an invitation?” My voice roughened with all the desires weighing on it.

And when her full lips separated, I claimed her lips passionately; my tongue meandered into her mouth, feeding the hunger in me. Her eyes bulged, and her breath shuddered. Her hands flew to my forearm, and she attempted to push back, but that only made me pull her closer, her cleavages pressed against my body.

Her warmth seeped into me, melding with heat burning in my veins. Her fingers dug deeper into the skin of my arms.

My hand slinked up to her neck and pulled her head closer, deepening the kiss. Our tongues twirled, and I could taste her, taste every story on her tongue—the mocha coffee, the insatiable heat, the innate needs—I could taste it all.

Under the flutters, there came an itch. An itch to have her here and now. On the desk or on the chair, whichever.

My eyes tightened as I immersed myself in the pleasure. I let it control me—to tease me, to burn me, to free me.

Without breaking