Page 25 of Desperate Needs

Large, unadorned windows.

Polished wood floors.

Ivory walls.

Everything was tastefully decorated with bold splashes of greens, oranges, and yellows.

It was beautiful. Striking. Homey even.

Her warmth seeped through my fingertips where I still held on to her as we stepped off the elevator.

Like I was afraid she’d disappear if I let go.

I let her warmth surround me even as I took her jacket and placed it on a hook, mine beside it.

Everything else faded into the background as she turned to face me in that spectacular fucking dress, leaving only the sharp clarity of her fragrance.

It was almost like an invitation, drawing me closer, but also making me feel something I wasn’t prepared for.

A little dizzy, perhaps.

Maybe even a little vulnerable.

I’d heard people talk about how a scent could be intoxicating, but I never really understood it until now.

Until her.

And just like that, I was already hooked.

My cock pressed against my zipper, eager to be set free.

Clementine was twenty-seven. Fifteen years my junior.

Too young for me.

Too damn sweet.

But I wasn’t foolish enough to walk away from this.

From her.

Oh, I’d fully intended to seduce her, if necessary. If the opportunity arose.

I’d gone over dozens of different ways to plant the virus I carried on my phone onto her business laptop. The best option was always this.

Take her to bed.

Stuff her with my cock.

Plant the bug while she slept.

Then leave.

Easy peasy.

But every scenario left my brain the second those doors opened.

“Second thoughts?” she asked as she reached behind her.

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