Liam stood up from the chair.
He moved behind her, both hands finding her hips, and pushed in.
"Oh," she said, her palms going flat against the desk immediately.
He didn't ease into it. He pulled back and drove forward from the first stroke with real weight behind it, his hands gripping her hips tight, the desk legs scraping against the floor from the force.
Her breath came out sharp against the desk surface.
He kept going. His hands pulling her back to meet each thrust rather than just pushing forward, the two forces combining, her whole body rocking against the desk with the rhythm he had set.
"Oh god," she said. "Liam."
He drove deeper.
Her heels came up off the floor slightly with each deep stroke, her arms bending and straightening against the surface, absorbing the impact. Her silver-white hair had fallen forward across her face entirely and she wasn't doing anything about it.
