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Make Me Your Dog

Author: Veedolly
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-06-03 14:03:52

[Bianca]

The desk was solid wood—polished, expensive. It didn't creak when I shifted, crawling forward just enough to reach him.

Dante sat with that same fake smile fixed on his face, nodding along as the man across from him droned on about merger delays or cross-border regulations. Something dull enough to make any sane person zone out. But Dante wasn't zoning out.

Not with my hand trailing up the inside of his thigh.

He stiffened under my touch—every muscle going taut as I brushed my fingers along the outline of him, hidden beneath wool and zipper teeth. Still half-hard. Still warm. He hadn't had time to clean up so it was likely sticky underneath.

I noted the slight inhale he tried to disguise as a sigh.

He adjusted his voice. "Yes, well, I think if the acquisition goes through, we'll need to—ah—reevaluate the..." A pause. "The—uh—terms."

I smirked beneath the desk.

Carefully, I tugged at his zipper. The sound was quiet enough to go unnoticed and he didn't stop me or even flinch. B
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