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I'm in my office, lost in thought, pen in hand, when you quietly slip in. Your presence is a distraction, a delicious interruption. I scold you, but the fire in your eyes tells me you're here for a reason. And I'm going to make sure you stay. I lead you around my desk, where you watch, captivated, as I take what I need. The air is thick with anticipation, and the feel of your gaze is all the encouragement I need