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"You wouldn't be doing this if you didn't want to." And it wasn't just the tempting thought of the hot, bubbling water after the hours on horseback that made her agree to this. No, it was the image of Miguel Cruz Castillo half naked, waiting for her. She couldn't put this all on him. From the moment he'd walked into her office she and her libido had been waging a battle royal. If she weren't drawn by his blatant sexuality, by the erotic promise in his eyes, by the way her body reacted to him again and again, she wouldn't be here at all. With a sigh and still striving for some semblance of decorum, she wrapped one of the big towels around herself sarong style before heading to the patio.

I voiced out as I closed my eyes and let the fantasy take over me. “I have always wanted to bend her over for months and to claim that young body right here on this very couch.” My imagination goes wild while I grab her by the waist as she stands in front of me, pulling her down onto my lap. “You are so sexy Anna.” I groan just thinking of her. Her skirt rides up exposing her smooth thighs and the lacey edge of her panties. “Professor,” Anna whispers, but there’s no fear in her voice— only hunger. I don’t waste time with words while my fingers hook into her panties and yank them down.

Now, he stared into Desirée’s eyes, captivated. “The final offering,” she purred, her voice a low thrum that vibrated in the bone. “The dessert is not on the plate. It is you. A single, pure memory of desire. The most intense one you possess.” The fae’s breath hitched. He was putty in her hands. “I… I give it willingly.”

Her chest was rising and falling rhythmically as her breathing was falling on my chest. Suddenly, a soft smile graced her lips as if she had a dream about something,,,, I felt my heart skipping a beat. A surge of desire coursed through me, an intense longing to feel her skin against mine, to explore the contours of her body with my fingertips. The allure of her presence became irresistible, drawing me closer with an irresistible gravitational pull... I reached out tentatively, my hand trembling with anticipation, wanting to caress her cheek, to trace the delicate curve of her lips. The desire to awaken her with a tender kiss became an all-consuming flame...

Some hours later I looked up from my paperwork as she move closer to me. She walked over to me and sat down on my desk next to me. I have always thought she was sexy but there was something new about her. I couldn't figure out what it was but she made me erect by just looking at her, I had a sexual desire for her. She had the most beautiful eyes and her skin was soft to the touch. Her long dark hair hung over her shoulders and her perky 36DD tits beckoned to be played with. She was wearing a trouser and shirt, leaving the first three buttons open, is she trying bro seduce me? She leaned over and ran her fingers through my hair. She softly whispered, "Kiss me..."

I approach cautiously, trying not to disturb her slumber. Curiosity gets the better of me, and I glance at the computer screen in front of her. The document displayed on the screen is titled "Fragrance of Love." My heart skips a beat as I realize that this must be the copy of the book she was working on, the one named after the scent of Tuberose. Could it be that Ema is Tuberose?

He leaned forward, genuine curiosity lighting up his eyes as he asked while driving, "So, tell me about your latest venture." She leaned back, taking a moment to gather her thoughts before delving into the details of her ambitious project. With every word, her excitement grew palpable, her gestures animated as she described the innovative tech startup she was spearheading. The vision, the goals, and the cutting-edge software they were developing spilled from her lips, painting a picture of boundless potential.

I lightly blow on her nipple so I can watch it become tighter. “I want to taste how sweet you are on my tongue.” Her brows pinch together, her lips part, and her body begins to move under me. Dara’s back arches for a moment before she lies back down. “I don’t know how much time I have before you wake up. I hate to be quick. I want to take my time with you but if you see me… I can’t imagine what you’d do.” I take her hand, pressing it to my chest. “You would never want me. Not when I look like this.” My gray skin was in stark contrast to hers. “I want to imagine what it’s like for you to want me, which is why I’m here.” I kiss her lips and while hers are unmoving, feeling those soft clouds un

Why should I let a semi naked lady—a stranger—sit on my lap, dance and get me hard? Yet here I am. Getting one. Loving it. Wanting more. “Let me touch you,” I beg. Desiree shakes her head. “No.” Fuck my life. She's going to ruin me. I swear I’ve never been this hard in my life, and I’ve lived for over four decades. Her wet hair is dripping all over me, yet it's not enough. I want more. I want other parts of her—other wettable parts to drip on me too. I’d do anything to be out of these cuffs, to touch her. Just one touch. I want to see if her skin is as soft as it looks.

"But I like it." I stepped back and I leaned arching my spine and pushing my breasts out, knowing he had a perfect view of my cleavage. "I'm not teasing, Damien," I said, my voice steady and sure. "I want you. I want you to see me, to touch me, to take me right here on this desk." "I'm your sister's husband" he tried to reason but I pulled him closer and made my breast bounced again. His eyes roamed over my body, "Your lips," he said, his voice a growl. "That red lipstick... it's driving me crazy."