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But I don't move For some reason, I remain in that position I can't seem to help myself There's a moment of silence before I speak

"I see you like the parents, but what about thisto my face

"Not bad, I suppose," she says with a s especially delicious right now" As she says this, she brings one hand up toits edges My cock twitches at her advanceht touches

"You'd be surprised what these lips can do," I say

"You think so?"

"I know so," I reply, aze intensifies, and I' to happen next The roorees hotter

"Are you flirting with me?" she asks It's a loaded question I can tell by the smile on her face

"If I were flirting with you," I say, "I would reach into my desk over there, pull out the bottle of rare top-shelf bourbon that I've hidden, buried underneath a stack of files—a bottle that I've been saving for a woman like you—and I would drizzle it down your chest"

"What else would you do?" she asks, her eyes s heavier now The air around us is thick with longing

"If I were actually flirting, I'd reach down and placethe bourbon off of your bare nipples before traveling down the rest of your body"

Her lips part into a s She's raking her nails through my hair and when they touch my scalp, an electric current runs down my spine "That's a map I can follow"

I lean in, bringing my lips an inch froht now is anything but professional And given my position in the company, I'm not sure that's wise"

She doesn't move; her one hand is still on ether, and it's palpable It's like someone has flipped a switch and it's an unbreakable circuit I almost detect a moan from her lips, but it's so soft that I can't be certain

I lean in again, my breath on her neck, and Imy lips across her bare skin This ti

As soon as my breath hits her neck, and rab her hair and bring her mouth to mine