A Kissing Spell
Suddenly, he lifted me up with one hand, then he sat me on his desk and started kissing, and biting my neck.
“S-Samil… stop…” I mumbled, ineptly trying to push him away.
He smirked and unbuttoned my shirt while his kisses followed down my neck line, reaching my bra. I tried covering my chest with my hands, but that only made him chuckle and pin me down on his desktop.
“Please… s-stop,” I moaned, trembling in ecstasy.
“Why? Haven't you ever fantasized about having sex in the CEO's office?” he whispered wickedly, pulling up my skirt.
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