Her Collateral Bride: A Lesbian Age Gap Romance

shuddered violently, her hips arching up to meet nothing but

air, her ass slamming back into the bookcase in frustration.

She squirmed again, mewling when Claire swept one finger

over her lace-covered center.

“Do you treat yourself to expensive things with your

daddy’s money?” she taunted, trying to steal back the distance

that she needed to pu

t between them. It didn’t work. When

Haley bit down on her bottom lip and nodded, it was Claire’s

turn to make an animal sound in her throat.

She was very well aware that she hadn’t locked her office

door behind her, but no one would dare come in without

knocking. If she was interrupted, she’d lose her mind. She’d

probably never be able to close her eyes without seeing

Haley’s perfect skin, that sweet scrap of black lace, her legs

spread open. Open, but not open enough.

Claire pushed on Haley’s thighs with both hands, spreading

her legs further apart. Instead of protesting and being

embarrassed, Haley closed her eyes, threw back her head

again, and kept them open.

It drove Claire over the edge.

Her knees hit the hardwood floor hard enough to bruise.

Even from there, on her knees, she was determined to be the

one with all the power. She tore Haley’s panties clean off her

body. Haley let out a loud yelp, which just wouldn’t do. The

office wasn’t soundproof.

“If you can’t be quiet, here.” Claire held up the drenched

panties in her palm.

Haley’s eyes flew open and this time, her legs wavered,

trying to slam shut. “You want me to stuff my own panties in