Hot Mom's Desire
He forced her legs to wrap around his waist, positioning her at the very edge of the mahogany desk.
"Xavier... don't... this is wrong, I'm your mother now..." Elara whimpered, her head falling back, exposing her slender neck and the black choker that now felt like a noose.
"Your mistake was coming back within my reach," Xavier countered.
His long fingers began to navigate the most sensitive points of Elara’s body. He knew exactly where to press. He knew precisely how to make her tremble with a single touch. As his fingers found the center of her desire, already damp with heat, a stifled cry escaped her lips.