104: Wet and Caught!

I walked out of his office with my body vibrating from all the pleasure I received only moments ago. I still hadn't recovered from it.

I couldn't pinpoint the exact second he lost control, but I could tell that he had. There was something about that kiss that was feral and wild, something that had us both intertwined and too deep in it that nothing else mattered.

I tried to catch my breath as I sat in the lobby outside his office and I tried to stop the blood flowing to my cheeks. There was no denial that they were flushed. Just like how my full lips were twice the size and so soft.

I dragged my teeth over them as the scene replayed in my mind. Something down there was wet. The feeling was new and it felt obscene. The thought had me blushing and for once I was grateful no one was seated with me in the lobby because then they would see the look on my face, and they might catch on but I would die of mortification.

The realization of what had just happened dawned on me in tiny bits: one