Mr. Harding smiles down at me and places his hand on my lower back, gently guiding me off the elevator. The feel of his palm pressed against me has every cell in my body on fire with need. I try my best to act casual and not like I’m leaving a small trail of arousal behind me. I’m too embarrassed to look to see if I’m dripping onto the floor, but, fuck, does it feel like it.He leads me past his secretary, stopping to say, “Please make sure I’m not disturbed, Doris,” before guiding me into his very large, very luxurious office. Once inside, he closes the door and walks to his desk. He turns and leans against it, crossing his long legs out in front of him as he watches me. I’m not sure what to do, so I stand awkwardly and look around his office. It’s imposing, to say the least. The desk he’s leaning against is large and made of some kind of dark wood, there are two leather chairs in front of his desk, and there’s a wall of windows that gives an amazing view of the lake that the city is
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