The Boss

Heavy breaths caress her neck
Goosebumps shiver across her skin
At temptation’s sinful whispers
“Take them off…” he commands
Burning hunter hands
Brushing over chiffon
Of the willing hunted
Her sweet smile her obedience
White satin and lace falls
Around her ankles
Gentle firm hand
Bending her over the desk
Metal clinks
At the unbuckling belt
Vice tight hands clamp around her hips
Holy moans delight his ears
Claiming her his against the desk
Powerful fire roars in his blood
Baritone growls grate at his throat
For the sultry red-headed beauty
Calling for him
Taking him
Stiffening, strawberry scented curves
Craving more
From the boss behind the desk



Violet Grey

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