When Love Awaits

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"Are you flirting with me?" He stands in front of me with furrowed brows.

"Why would you say that?" I throw him my seductive smile as I gently touched his chest. Damn it! so warm, so good, so brave. And I'm wet now.

"It's obvious" He answered. I chuckled- a sexy one. I went to his back and traced his neck down to his butt. Shit I miss this thing. My hand fits in here.

"Did you like it?" I whispered in his ears. He turned to face me. His dark brown eyes were the best of him. It was the most seducing eyes I've ever seen. I want to lay down now and spread my legs but I need to calm myself. I remember that I didn't wear any under my skirt. Because everytime I went to his office, there's always an imaginary sign I see in his door and it says "No panties allowed" So I don't wear any of it.

I almost die when he touches my face. His hands were soft and warm. I miss him holding me like this. I miss his touch. He smells sexy, he looks sexy, he's like sex and I'm addicted to him. I closed my eyes and wait for his lips to touch mine.

He lowered his face and whispered to me...

"If you keep doing this. I'll fire you! Get some respect to yourself and leave my office. Now!"

With that, he turned his back to me , sit back in his chair and back in his work'shit' like there's no happen.

And all I can say is 'Wow'. I'm obviously throwing myself to him. I didn't wear anything, my nipples are obvious inside my blouse, my skirt is too tiny and well, I don't wear panties. But he chooses to work than fvck me?

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18 years old above only!