The Desk Job: A Temptresss Lustful Break

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The afternoon sun cast long, honeyed shadows across the cluttered desk where Anissa sat, the hum of the office a dull thrum beneath the frantic rhythm of her own heart. Her skin felt electric, every whisper of her clothing a tantalizing friction as she shifted in her chair, lost in a daydream of heated glances and unspoken promises. The sudden creak of the door shattered the silence, and she jumped, her breath catching as Jay filled the doorway, his presence an immediate, grounding force in the room. He explained his upcoming call in a low, steady voice that vibrated through her, a stark contrast to the fluttering warmth pooling in her stomach. Later, perched on the plush couch, she let her gaze linger on him, her laughter a soft, deliberate melody meant to pull his attention from the phone and onto the unspoken tension thickening the air. As they returned to her desk, a bold, reckless courage swept over her, and she began to slowly shed her professional layers, each garment falling away a silent confession. His watchful eyes were a physical caress, emboldening her touch as her hands traced desperate, yearning paths over her own trembling skin. He closed the distance, his mouth finding the sensitive curve of her neck in a kiss that felt like a brand, a searing promise of what was to come. A soft, broken sigh escaped her lips as she leaned into his solid frame, the world narrowing to the points of contact between their bodies. In that suspended moment, the line between professional propriety and raw, aching desire dissolved completely, leaving only the profound, terrifying thrill of surrender.