He walked into his office, locking the door behind him. "Jesus fuc**** Christ… She’s asking for it." Emilio exhaled sharply, his pulse still racing from the way Maryann had looked at him just now—the wink, the lilt in her voice. Was he crazy or what? She was giving him the signs. She wanted him, and fuck, he wanted her too.
He leaned against his desk, shutting his eyes for a moment, willing the heat in his body to subside—but it didn’t. It couldn’t. Not when she had been dancing around him like that for weeks now, playing with him.
The office was silent except for the distant murmur of voices outside. He moved to his chair, sat back, spread his legs, and unbuckled his belt with one quick motion.
God, he needed this.
Enjoy! Xoxo^^
Lara Lynn
Emilio Yebra
2025-03-13 20:15:07 +0000 UTC