Her Dirty Boss II

“LOOK at you,” he continued, his voice thick with desire, “all flushed and ready. And you thought you were alone.” His thumb, gentle yet firm, pressed against her clit, mirroring her own abandoned touch. A gasp escaped her, raw and involuntary. The pressure was exquisite, a sweet torment.

“Oh, Daemon,” she whimpered, her hips beginning to twitch like an instinctual response.

“Yes, Carla. Let it all out.” He leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear. ...