His Boss, Her Secret
This feeling of being consumed, of being the center of someone's universe, even if it was only for a few stolen hours.
His hands were everywhere, mapping my body with a confidence that was both terrifying and intoxicating. He cupped my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my already-peaked nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. I gasped, my hands fisting in the sheets, my head thrown back. He lowered his head, taking one nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the tight bud before he sucked, hard. The sensation was exquisite, a sharp, sweet pain that had me crying out