Love At Sea
Elias was, by far, the most visceral of them all.
One early morning, around three-thirty, he quietly made his way down to Maeve’s office. The door was slightly ajar, letting a thin strip of amber light escape. He found her exactly as he had imagined: leaning over the desk, wearing only one of his oversized t-shirts, her dark hair messy and falling over her face, fingers flying across the keyboard as she wrote a particularly heavy scene—one of emotional and physical double penetration, filled with absolute surrender, delicious strain, and overwhelming pleasure.
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