The Boss Made Me Moan (10)
I need to confess something.
I came home a different woman.
I walked through the front door with my suitcase in one hand and a storm in my chest. My body still ached in places I never knew could ache. My thighs were raw from friction, my lips swollen from use, and somewhere deep inside, I was still wet. I smiled at Tim like everything was fine. Like I wasn’t soaked with the memory of someone else’s hands.
He kissed my cheek and pulled me into a hug. It was sweet and safe. But I didn’t feel safe. I felt hunted and haunted by the ghost of Dwayne’s voice that still clung to my skin.
"Did the meetings go well?" Tim asked, guiding me toward the couch.
I nodded and forced a tight smile. "Yeah. Exhausting, but productive."
I left out the parts where I was punishe
