Rose's POVI braced my palms flat on the cool wood, leaning forward slightly. Raphael’s hands moved lower, unzipping my pencil skirt and tugging it down my hips along with my panties in one swift motion. The fabric pooled at my ankles. I stepped out of it, now completely naked except for my heels, bent over his executive desk like some forbidden fantasy come to life.He took a step back, and I could feel his gaze burning into me — tracing the curve of my spine, the swell of my ass, the way my thighs trembled with anticipation.“Fuck, Rose,” he groaned, voice thick with lust. “Look at you. Bent over my desk, dripping for me. So beautiful. So mine.”One large hand smoothed over my ass, then dipped between my thighs. His fingers slid through my slick folds, finding me soaked. “Already so wet. Have you been thinking about this all afternoon? About me fucking you right here where anyone could have walked in earlier?”“Yes,” I admitted breathlessly, pushing back against his hand. “God, yes.
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