TW Dirty Imagines

Max George (To Be Continued)

"break's over! Back to work!" you called to you employees as you left the kitchen and headed back to your office.

   You stepped inside and headed to your desk, leaving the door open, but to your surprise, you soon heard the familiar click of it closing.

    You turned to find that your surprise was not one to be disappointed by, for there he stood, behind the door, and he. Looked. HOT. The usual skinny jeans, with a little extra tension around the groin due to his ever growing excitement. Fitted white t-shirt that rose and fell with his heavy breathing. And his eyes. Oh God those eyes. So dark and filled with lust. You could already feel yourself weakening at the knees. And there was the man to take you down while catching you in the process. Your man. Your Max.