I sat at my desk, mind racing with thoughts of the Irish charmer who'd cornered me in the office. His strong cologne filled my senses as he pressed his firm body against me, whispering dirty words in my ear. His hand found its way under my skirt, teasing my softness through my panties. His fingers dipped inside, searching for my wetness. I moaned, unable to resist his touch. Next, his lips found my neck, sucking and nibbling to the rhythm of his fingers inside me. The heat between us was palpable, our breaths mingling in the air. He pushed me against the wall, his hardness rubbing against my bare legs. "I want all of you," he growled into my ear before pressing his hips harder against me. I couldn't resist anymore; I needed him just as badly.
