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You're My Only Desire

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The office of La Gueule De Saturne was a quiet retreat from the restaurant's lively ambiance. Vincent Charbonneau had grown accustomed to the late-night visits here, a place where he and Rody Lamoree could steal moments away from the bustling dinner service. Their secret rendezvous had become a regular part of Vincent's routine, though he was oblivious to the true extent of Rody's feelings.

Rody, the owner and chef of the bistro, was known for his meticulousness and control in the kitchen. But here, in the confines of his office, he was different-intense, focused, and deeply affectionate in ways that Vincent hadn't fully understood.

Tonight, as Vincent entered the office, he saw Rody leaning against the desk, his posture relaxed but his eyes fixed with a burning intensity. Vincent's heart skipped a beat. Their encounters had always been passionate, but there was a certain edge to Rody tonight that made the air crackle with anticipation.

"Vincent," Rody said softly, his voice carrying an undercurrent of eagerness. "Come here."

Vincent moved closer, feeling the familiar thrill of being close to Rody. The way Rody's eyes locked onto him made Vincent's pulse race. Without a word, Rody's hands found Vincent's waist, pulling him close. The kiss that followed was deep and insistent, filled with the kind of urgency that Vincent had come to expect from these moments with Rody.

The desk in the office became their stage as Rody guided Vincent onto it, his touch both urgent and tender. Vincent's breath hitched as Rody's hands roamed over his body, exploring every inch with a familiarity that spoke of their ongoing affair.

Rody's kisses were hungry, his touch possessive. He lifted Vincent slightly, his hands firmly gripping him as he pressed against him. The intensity of the moment was palpable, every caress and whisper charged with the kind of passion that Vincent had come to crave.

As they moved together, Vincent felt a mix of exhilaration and vulnerability. He had always been captivated by Rody's confident presence, but tonight there was an added depth to the connection between them. Rody's touch was filled with a fervor that left Vincent breathless and craving more.

Unbeknownst to Vincent, Rody's feelings went far beyond mere attraction. The passion they shared was a part of a much darker obsession. Rody's love for Vincent had twisted into something far more consuming. It was a love that had driven him to extreme measures, including eliminating any obstacle to his happiness-like Vincent's former girlfriend.

Yet, in this moment, Vincent was oblivious to the depths of Rody's obsession. All he knew was the overwhelming pleasure of Rody's touch and the undeniable chemistry that pulsed between them. The office, once a symbol of professional order, had become a sanctuary for their secret and fiery connection.

As they continued to explore each other, the world outside faded away. The intensity of their encounters was both thrilling and intoxicating, leaving Vincent lost in the passion that Rody had so skillfully ignited. For now, that was all that mattered-this stolen time, the heat of their kisses, and the way Rody's hands made him feel more alive than ever.

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The office lights flickered softly, casting a warm glow over the scene unfolding on the desk. Vincent's senses were overwhelmed by Rody's touch. Each brush of Rody's hands, each fervent kiss, heightened the intensity of their secret affair. The walls, usually a silent witness to the business of the restaurant, seemed to hum with the energy of their stolen moments.

Rody's hands roamed with a mixture of fervor and tenderness, exploring every curve and line of Vincent's body. His kisses were relentless, leaving no room for hesitation or second thoughts. Vincent responded eagerly, his hands gripping Rody's shoulders, pulling him closer, craving the connection between them.