Her body, finally revealed, would surprise me—curves hidden beneath those boxy, beige, lifeless, corporate-approved clothes. Skin paler than porcelain where the sun never touches.I’d circle her like a predator. Touching myself because I’d be too fucking hard to resist. But not touching her. Not yet. Just letting her feel my gaze burning into every inch.The small of her back.The constellation of freckles on her shoulder blade.The goosebumps rising in my wake.Tell me something, I’d murmur against the nape of her neck. How often have you imagined this?Her voice would crack when she says, Every day for five years.Perfect fucking answer.I’d seat her back on the desk. I like her there—perched, poised, right where I can see all of her. I’d push those knees wide again.And she would let me. Oh, she would fucking let me. Her thighs would part beneath my hands, white skin blooming pink where my fingers press. I’d position myself between them, the head of my cock nudging against her entr
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