In the heart of New York City, Sadira Kingston is the proud owner and head baker of "Sweets," a charming bakery renowned for its delectable treats and warm atmosphere. Her life takes an unexpected turn when Davis Maclean, a brooding lawyer with a re...
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Davis's office was a fortress of stress, the walls lined with legal tomes and case files that seemed to multiply by the hour. The air was thick with tension, every breath he took felt like it was dragging through molasses. His eyes were bloodshot, his tie loosened, and his shirt crumpled from hours of relentless work. He had been searching for that damn flash drive all day, the one piece of evidence that could make or break his client's case. It had to be here somewhere, but try as he might, it remained elusive.
The door creaked open, and in walked Sadira, her presence a stark contrast to the chaos around him. She sauntered in with an attitude that could cut glass, her hips swaying provocatively as she approached his desk. Her eyes were narrowed, lips pursed in a pout that screamed defiance.
"What do you want, Davis?" she snapped, her voice dripping with irritation.
Davis looked up, his frustration boiling over. "Come here now," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Sadira's legs trembled slightly as she moved towards him, her bravado faltering under his intense gaze. He pulled her into his lap with a force that made her gasp, their bodies pressed together in a mix of anger and desire.
"You've been giving me a hard time all day," he growled, his hands gripping her waist tightly.
"What if someone sees?" she whispered, her voice barely audible as she glanced nervously at the door.
He silenced her with a searing kiss, his lips pressing against hers with a ferocity that left her breathless. "No one's here but us, now be quiet," he demanded, his fingers tracing the delicate lace design on her black panties.
"You know, Sadira, I'm tired of that little bratty attitude of yours," he said, his grip tightening on her jaw, forcing her to look at him.
She bit her lip, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and anticipation. Her body betrayed her, her pussy growing moist with desire, aching for his touch. She started to squirm in his lap, a needy whimper escaping her lips.
"Needy, are we?" he smirked, his hand sliding down to cup her ass.
She nodded, unable to form words, her need overwhelming her.
"Words," he demanded, slapping her inner thigh with a sharp sting.
"Yes, please, please touch me," she gasped, her voice trembling with urgency.
His fingers found the elastic band of her leggings and yanked them down roughly, exposing her bare skin to the cool air. She yelped at the suddenness of it, her hands instinctively reaching to cover herself.
"Don't even think about it," he warned, his voice a low rumble.
He pulled her panties down with a swift motion, the lace fabric catching on her thighs before being discarded onto his desk. He scooted his roller chair back, positioning them both so that they were hidden from any potential prying eyes.
