Power Play

Hesitation?s foreign to me. I?d snapped the incriminating photo of us, so why hadn't I left?Inescapable longing, that's why.It surfaced, lingered, and Malatya Escort imprisoned me naked alongside him.*While he slept, Malatya Escort Bayan I trembled and dripped, replaying Escort Malatya his tongue spoiling my intimate flesh.Unlike the others, he?d breached then wriggled underneath my armor.*By the time he?d splayed my legs and teased me with his tip, I?d forgotten who had seduced whom.Now, I lay toying with his wedding band, contemplating how easily it'd slip over the knuckle.So, I deleted the photo.Fuck the promotion? I wanted him instead.