If Bod had been capable, he would have smiled at her but he was too far gone for that. He kept thrusting though, mercilessly and deep. He had to put a hand down on the desk to keep his balance and was pretty sure the fronts of his thighs would be a little red from banging against the desk.

He didn't care.

Bod took his hand from around her back and curled it around one of her legs, using it as a anchor and to yank her towards him to meet him thrust for thrust.