Molly was back at her desk. How she made it back, she had no idea. Her memory was a blur, she remembered Mr Evan taking off his coat and slinging it over her shoulder before helping her down the printer and straightening her pencil skirt.“Head back up, I’ll take care of the rest,” he had said, pointing to the printed copies of the slides.Molly remembered walking to Mr Evan’s private elevator on wobbly feet and somehow, somehow, she had made it back.And now, she was at her desk, hair dishevelled, and darn right naked underneath Mr Evan’s tux. Her skin felt raw even against the silk interior fabric of Mr Evan’s jacket draped over her.Oh dear, did they really have sex in the printing room?She placed a finger to her now swollen lips and a moan spilt out of her. It felt so good when he kissed her there. And down there, her thighs parted and she slid her other hand to her cilt. Where had her underwear gone?Mr Evans had torn it. Right, along with her bra and blouse. But as she rubbed a
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