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We were still alone in the office… the tension from earlier only growing stronger. This time, I didn’t hesitate. I stepped closer to his desk, slid my hand slowly under it, and started taking control. Slow strokes. Firm grip. Watching his expression change as he tried to stay composed. I leaned in just enough to tease him with my lips… barely brushing, barely tasting… making him want more without giving it all away. Most of the work was done with my hands. Slow. Controlled. Intentional. He didn’t last long. When he finally finished, I adjusted my skirt, fixed my stockings, and walked out like the perfect professional secretary I’m supposed to be. But now we both know… this is no longer just work. It continues...