Office Hour Passion: The Secretary's Surprise

In the dimly lit, expansive office, the secretary sits at her desk, her legs crossed, her skirt hiking up. She's been typing, but her mind wanders, her fingers now tracing the edge of her skirt, inching it up. Her boss, unseen, watches her from his private office, his eyes locked on her exposed thighs. As she reaches up to adjust her blouse, her hand grazes her breast, causing her to gasp, her cheeks flushing. She looks around, feeling a presence, and catches her boss's gaze. He steps out, his voice a low rumble, "You're playing with fire." She smirks, "Maybe I like the burn.

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