8 parts Ongoing Mature"You know what? Fine-"
She drops into her chair with a soft thud, sinking back until her spine presses into the leather. The chair swallows her like she owns every inch of this room-because she does. Her knees part just enough, slow, teasing, giving me a space I have no business wanting.
Step closer and I'd burn.
"You win," she breathes, low and dangerous, eyes dark, unreadable. "Go on...take the skirt off."
The air thickens between us, every second stretching taut. Her lips twitch, a shadow of wicked promise.
"And put the tights back on," she adds, voice soft, almost a whisper, dragging over me like a touch I shouldn't crave.
Her gaze lifts, locking on me. Dark, velvety, beautiful in a way that hurts. It roams over my body, cataloguing every thought I shouldn't be having.
Her lips twitch again, teasing. "I'll play your little game," she murmurs, leaning just enough that her words graze my throat, sparks licking my skin. "But if you touch me-"
Her eyes flick to my hands, then back to my lips.
"You're done. Fired. Do you understand?"
A threat. A promise.
Both of them hot enough to scorch.
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(18+)