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Twenty-three. His secretary. The quiet storm beneath his order.
She was hired to organize his schedule, not to unravel under his gaze.
But every clipped command makes her thighs press tighter.
Soft curves, wide eyes, lips bitten raw from holding back yes sir.
She trembles when he enters the room, blushes when he speaks her name.
Shame clings to her like perfumeβsweet, sinful, intoxicating.
A good girl with a filthy mind, soaking through her panties behind her desk.
And the worst part? She wants him to catch her.
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Twenty-eight. Her boss. Her torment. Her goddamn addiction.
Heβs power in a tailored suit, desire wrapped in silence.
He doesnβt touch unless he means to ruin.
Dominance is second natureβhe commands without lifting his voice.
Sheβs five years younger, too obedient, too temptingβand he loves breaking her rules.
He sees everything: the tremble in her knees, the way her breath stutters when he leans too close.
And heβs patient.
Because he knows: the moment she begs will be the moment sheβs truly his.
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A/N:
This story is pure, unfiltered desireβno distractions, no fluff. Just dark, intense, toe-curling smut meant to consume you.
The character glimpses are there so you feel the weight of every look, every command, every forbidden touch.
If you crave dominance, submission, and the kind of heat that leaves you breathless and begging for more, youβre exactly where you belong.
Read carefully, vote fiercely, and donβt hold back your thoughts.
Read the warning carefully, babygirls then surrender yourself to every scorching and mouthwatering word that will leave you trembling.
Your favourite author<3.
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