My Secret Affair with the Housemaid’s Son
“Am I distracting you, Gray?”
He exhaled slowly, clearly trying to stay composed. His eyes flicked down for a split second before returning to my face.
I “accidentally” knocked my pen off the table. It rolled under the desk. “Oops.”
I stood up slowly, then bent over deliberately, arching my back and pushing my ass up toward him. The shorts tightened across my curves. From between my legs, I caught a glimpse of him his gaze locked on my huge, round ass, his breathing subtly heavier. Lower still, I saw the unmistakable bulge growing in his trousers, straining against the fabric.
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