PLEASE ME, DADDY: 50 SHADES OF DESIRE
“Five minutes. Don’t be late.”
The five minutes felt like an eternity. Elara’s legs were still unsteady, a pleasant, liquid weakness lingering in her muscles from the seismic release under the table. She gathered her legal pad and pen with trembling hands, her skin hypersensitive, every brush of her silk blouse against her nipples a tiny electric shock. The conference room emptied around her, colleagues chatting idly about lunch plans and quarterly projections, completely oblivious to the secret that had just unfolded in their midst.
She could still taste the copper of blood on her cheek, a stark reminder of the climax she’d barely silenced. Her core throbbed in a slow, echoing rhythm, a hun