179. “Forget your name.” (+18)

My words seem to snap something inside him because, in one swift, fiercely easy motion, he lifts me by the waist and sets me down on his desk.

A soft gasp escapes my lips, and a louder one follows right after when he pulls me to the edge, “Chris—”

He spreads my knees, which don’t offer even a hint o...

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