Sophie's POVA shaky breath left me. My thighs pressed together on the leather seat. I was so wet now I could feel it.“But we don’t have time for that right now,” he continued, his eyes locked on mine. “You have to go in there and be brilliant. And I have to sit through meetings knowing you’re working with my kiss still on your lips and your pussy probably soaked because of me.”He leaned in and kissed me one more time — slower, deeper, like he was trying to brand the feeling into both of us. His tongue stroked mine lazily, thoroughly, until I was dizzy and clinging to him.When he finally pulled back from the kiss, his forehead rested against mine for a long moment. His hand stayed on my throat, thumb stroking gently over my skin in slow, soothing circles. My lips felt swollen and tingling, and I could still taste him on my tongue.“Fuck, you taste divine,” he whispered, his voice rough and low, like the words were pulled straight from his chest.My heart was pounding so hard I coul
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