Alina pov I looked at Mr Parker, busy with the clients and my pussy dripping from my wetness. I cursed myself for not wearing a panty. I should have worn it, but my twisted mind refused to choose an easy path. It wanted to play dirty, tease him, provoke him and at last I was the only one suffering from it. My legs brushed his underneath the table, accidentally, offcourse not. I wanted to make him feel the same pain I was going through, same pull. I twirled the pen between my fingers, until it slipped and dropped on the floor. “Sorry,” murmured, and I didn't need to look up to know he was watching. I could feel it, the weight of his small, dangerous smile. I bent down slowly, a faint smile curved on my lips. I picked up the pen, gently rubbing my hands on his legs, almost innocent. He flinched. Just one. Just enough. I knew I was playing a dangerous game and I had no intention of winning. I traced my fingers on his long, hard legs and I could see his hardness, poking his pa
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