FORBIDDEN DESIRES
She stepped into the dim office, sunlight barely filtering through heavy curtains, the air warm with the scent of old books and his cologne, musky and sharp.
He stood by the desk, his shirt unbuttoned at the collar, his tie loose, his forearms bare and strong. His eyes swept over her, lingering on the dress’s hem, high on her thighs, the way it hugged her breasts, her nipples poking through. Her cheeks flushed, her skin prickling, her pussy throbbing under his gaze.
“You dressed to tempt me,” he said, his tone smooth but laced with hunger, his lips curling slightly. He stepped closer, stopping just out of reach, his eyes narrowing. “Or is this about Sophie? Trying to make sure I don’t look a