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53: Desk Duties
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2025-04-12 08:00:17Luca’s hands gripped Maria’s waist as he lifted her onto the edge of her desk, his touch firm, commanding. His dark eyes drank her in, filled with an insatiable hunger.
“You look good like this,” he murmured, sliding his hands up her thighs, pushing her dress higher. His fingers brushed over the small swell of her stomach, pausing there, possessive. “Full of me.”Maria exhaled, her breath uneven. “You’re staring again.”Luca smirked, fingers slipping between her legs, teasing the damp heat beneath. “Damn right, I am. You’re carrying my child, Marie.” His voice dropped, a rough, possessive rasp. “Do you know how fucking hot that is?”Maria shivered, gasping softly as he stroked her slowly, deliberately. “Luca—”“Shh.” His fingers curled, rubbing her just right, making her body tense. “I want to feel how much you need me.”She let out a breathless moan, hips shifting against his hand.Luca groaned, leaning in, his lips bru
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