I think I’m the only one who feels the urgency of desire, but when I press my hands into his stomach and grip his shirt, our kiss turns white hot. It’s like someone turned up the flame on a gas stove and it feels like we’re going to boil over.

“I don’t think I can wait to have you.” Barrett’s voice is hoarse with need. His hand reaches beneath my dress. God, yes. His fingers hook into the waistband of my thong as he yanks the garment down my legs, then easily lifts me up. He pins me against the wall with his thigh between my legs, the hard muscle there applying pressure in just the right place. “Tell me to wait, Chloe.”

I want to laugh. He wants me to be the one to shut this down? Has he looked in the mirror? Does he realize I just saw him reading stories to children? And smiling. At the same time. And that wink he delivered at the end of his reading? He had to know it would come to this.

I want him too badly to stop.

The need that’s been building inside me all week. It’s a necessity at this point. I won’t make it much longer without knowing what it feels like to have him inside me.

“I can’t wait,” I say. I slide my hand down the front of his pants to cup his hard length and he groans into my mouth.

His lips fall to my neck while my hands move inside his suit jacket. His tie dangles between us, tickling my cleavage. One could argue we’ve got too many clothes on for this, that I should wait until I can feast on his naked body, but there’s only one thing I really need right now. I hurriedly reach for his belt. Barrett must be thinking the same thing.

Our hands collide, both trying to move fast, but only managing to get tangled in the process. Finally, we work together, me unbuckling his belt, while he makes quick work of his zipper. I reach inside his briefs, stroking his silky length, while Barrett lifts the skirt of my dress over my hips, exposing me to him.

His fingers press into me. He’s checking to see if I’m ready for him. I’m not even embarrassed about how wet I am. I’ve seen his dick and my body knows what it needs to prepare me for this. I’m beyond ready. I wrap my arms around his neck as he lifts me up into his arms, our lips crash into each other, licking and biting until we’re breathless.

“Barrett. Now,” I say.

He holds me over him, slowly lowering me. Inch by inch, I take him in. I’m so wet that I can practically hear the suction as he presses inside me.