Chapter 59

Chapter 59

Darrell

I watched her fingers hook under the waistband of her panties, the black lace catching briefly on her hips before she tagged them down slowly, almost reluctant, but not stoppitig. She lifted her hips just enough to slide them past her thighs, letting them drop to the floor in a soft heap. The air inthe office felt thicker now, charged, like the moment before a storm breaks.

Her skirt was already bunched at her waist. She hesitated again, her eyes flicking to mine, sore hung for mercy she knew wasn’t coming, then hooked her knees over the arms of the chair. The motion spread her wide, open, and vulnerable. Her pussy glistened under the fluorescent light, lips swollen and slick, clit peeking out like it was begging for attention she hadn’t yet allowed herself to give.

Fuck. My cock throbbed hard against my slacks. I didn’t adjust it. Let her see the outline; let her know exactly what this was doing to me.

“Beautiful.” I murmured, low enough that it almost sounded like praise. Almost. “Now touch yourself. Exactly how when you’re alone thinking about me. No pretending. No holding back.”

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