ENID'S POVPreston's fingers moved to the button of my khakis with a practiced, agonizing slowness. The metallic snick of my zipper echoed through the silent, high-end office like a starting pistol. He gripped the waistband and shucked them down my legs, tossing the whiskey-soaked fabric aside like trash. I sat there in nothing but my mismatched, faded lace underwear, feeling raw, exposed, and utterly depraved in the middle of this high-rise temple of finance.Preston leaned back on his heel, his eyes raking over my pale thighs with a hunger that made my skin catch fire. He reached out, his thumb hooking into the side of my panties, pulling the lace taut against my hip. "You're shaking, Enid. Are you scared of me?""I... I've never done anything like this," I whispered, my heart thudding in my ears."You mean getting your pussy eaten out in an office?" he asked, his voice a low, filthy rasp."I mean having sex with my ex-boyfriend's father.""Good," he growled, his hand sliding under
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