Tracy
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It happened so fast. One minute I was standing before him, the next minute I was bent over his executive desk, my chest pressing into the surface, my ass up in the air.
My breath rushed out, and heat flooded my skin.
My skirt jumped up, and I felt the cool air brushing the skin of my thigh, and then I felt his hand.
His fingers trailed up my thigh, warm and slow, like he was imprinting on me.
“You like it?” He asked. “You must have imagined me doing this to you.”
My cheeks burned red. I was too embarrassed to admit it, so I denied it.
“No,” I stuttered, the heat intensifying.
He let out a chuckle, a sound so deep, it made my heart lurch. And all I could think of was him moaning my name.
“Do you know why I hired you?” He asked, and without waiting for a response he con
