19 - Marble Desks - 2

He gently laid me over the desk. I realized that I was lying on his jacket.

“The marble gets cold,” he explained, hovering over me. I didn’t care how he knew that or if he had f.ucked someone else here. Right now, there was only us two.

I reached for his pants, and he stilled, closing his eyes.

“Not yet. I don’t want you to regret doing anything,” He looked pained to say that, but his jaw was set.