His Secretary, His Obsession

: Possession

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voice, low

highs, trembl

her su

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that same modest skirt.

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king about i

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stracted. Ruined

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mia

tell you

fr

s fingers into her hair, tugging her hea

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two buttons. Enough to see la

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hispered, but

losed over

"Don't lie to yourself. You want to be told wh

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gainst his desk, bend

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thy litt

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you d

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ke that-fast,

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my

ped. "D

r shoulder as they both fell ap

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ently. He watched her from behind his

ear panties in

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smi

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starting