Punish My Títs, Ma'ám. (4)
I walked into the club after two long days off, feeling like I was still floating. My body was back at work, but my head, my heart, my entire soul? Still tangled up in Alex, my boss.
Ever since I left her office, I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her. Her voice still echoed in my ears. Her scent lingered on my skin. And the way she had touched me, taken me, and commanded me. I was still reeling.
Was it love? I didn’t know. I didn’t care. All I knew was, every fantasy I had ever had seemed to be leading to that moment with her. It felt bigger than just séx. It felt dangerous, thrilling, and addictive.
I didn’t want to ruin it by overthinking it. I just wanted to feel it. I wanted to keep feeling it.
Her brown skin, smooth and glowing. Her strong jawl
