His hands don’t just touch.
They control.
Sean built a new life in a quiet office in Mandeville sharp suits, steady voice, disciplined hands. No distractions. No temptation.
Until Mona sits in his chair.
Tense. Breathless. Melting under pressure she swears is “just stress relief.”
But the way she leans back into him…
The way his fingers slow when she exhales…
The way silence thickens between them…
This isn’t professional anymore.
And everyone is watching.
Jealous eyes. Office whispers. Growing tension that has nothing to do with stiff shoulders.
Because once Sean’s hands explore your tension…
they don’t stop where they’re supposed to.
In a workplace full of rules,
desire becomes the most dangerous risk.
And he’s very good at taking risks.
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