Christopher
I watch Aurora speak, her lips moving passionately about her ideas, and all I can think about is silencing them with mine.
She's the forbidden fruit in my professional orchard, yet here she is, looking up at me with those deep green eyes that just scream 'take me'.
And damn, I want to.
It's not just lust; it's a deep-seated need to claim her, to make her mine in every sense.
Every time another man looks at her, it sets my blood on fire.
She’s mine to protect, mine to have.
The thought of anyone else having her makes my skin crawl.
I need to step up, mark my territory, even if it’s not the most professional thought to have.
It's overpowering, this urge to dominate her, to show her she's mine.
She might be young and inexperienced, but she’s ignited a fire in me that I can’t douse.
And God, I don’t want to.
Aurora
Sitting across from Christopher, everything about him overwhelms me—the intensity of his gaze, the authoritative timber of his voice, and how every word he speaks seems to pull me deeper into his orbit.
I should be concentrating on my job, not on the way his shirt stretches over his muscles, or how his voice drops when he’s pleased.
It’s unprofessional, how much I want him, how every meeting is a torturous pleasure.
I need to keep my feelings in check, but it’s hard when all I want is for him to take me, right here, right now!
He commands the room, but more than that, he commands me.
Everything in me yearns to submit to him, to be his in a way I’ve never been anyone's.
Yet, I worry about the risks—my career, his reputation, and my heart are all on the line.
But his intense gaze melts my doubts, leaving only the desire to please him and be his good girl.
The way he looks at me, it’s like he sees right through to my darkest desires, and it scares me—because I might just let him fulfill them all.
I watch Aurora speak, her lips moving passionately about her ideas, and all I can think about is silencing them with mine.
She's the forbidden fruit in my professional orchard, yet here she is, looking up at me with those deep green eyes that just scream 'take me'.
And damn, I want to.
It's not just lust; it's a deep-seated need to claim her, to make her mine in every sense.
Every time another man looks at her, it sets my blood on fire.
She’s mine to protect, mine to have.
The thought of anyone else having her makes my skin crawl.
I need to step up, mark my territory, even if it’s not the most professional thought to have.
It's overpowering, this urge to dominate her, to show her she's mine.
She might be young and inexperienced, but she’s ignited a fire in me that I can’t douse.
And God, I don’t want to.
Aurora
Sitting across from Christopher, everything about him overwhelms me—the intensity of his gaze, the authoritative timber of his voice, and how every word he speaks seems to pull me deeper into his orbit.
I should be concentrating on my job, not on the way his shirt stretches over his muscles, or how his voice drops when he’s pleased.
It’s unprofessional, how much I want him, how every meeting is a torturous pleasure.
I need to keep my feelings in check, but it’s hard when all I want is for him to take me, right here, right now!
He commands the room, but more than that, he commands me.
Everything in me yearns to submit to him, to be his in a way I’ve never been anyone's.
Yet, I worry about the risks—my career, his reputation, and my heart are all on the line.
But his intense gaze melts my doubts, leaving only the desire to please him and be his good girl.
The way he looks at me, it’s like he sees right through to my darkest desires, and it scares me—because I might just let him fulfill them all.
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