Seduced by my Bosses
His forehead brushed against hers, their breaths mingling, his control pressing down on her like a weight she couldn’t fight.
“Do you know why this is better than power on paper?” he whispered.
She shook her head weakly.
“Because this kind of power isn’t written,” he murmured. “It’s felt.”
His finger curled just right, and the sound that escaped her throat was helpless. She clung to his shirt like she might collapse. He kissed the side of her neck, slow and deep, the warmth of his mouth making her arch into him. His thumb moved against her clit again, dragging her closer and closer to the edge with quiet precision.
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