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pressed against me has every cell in my body on fire with need. I try my best to act casual and not like I'm leaving a small

He turns and leans against it, crossing his long legs out in front of him as he watches me. I'm not sure what to do, so I stand awkwardly and look around his office. It's imposing, to say the least. The desk he'

lock of birds fly by befor

till watching me with those intense green e

working, I walk over and sit in the plush, leather chair in front of hi

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rl and go stand ag

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