I was losing control.
After hearing Victoria moan my name again last night, I barely slept. My obsession had turned feral. I needed her. Not just her attention — I needed her tongue on my c**t, her fingers inside me, her engaged, straight p***y grinding against mine.
Day Four. I was done playing gentle.
I wore the most dangerous outfit yet: a sheer black blouse that was practically see-through under the office lights, no bra, n*****s clearly visible and rock-hard. The skirt was so short it looked more like a belt. No panties. My p***y was freshly shaved, glistening, and already dripping before I even reached her floor.
When I entered her office with the afternoon reports, Victoria’s eyes widened in pure shock.
“Miss Hayes…” Her voice was hoarse. “What the hell are you wearing?”
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