The next morning, Scarlett's body still ached from the night before, her p***y burned from sweet pain, a delicious reminder of her boss’s massive d**k stretching her wide.
She moved through her housekeeping duties with a smile on her face, the hotel's opulent corridors buzzing with guests oblivious to the fire igniting between her and her boss.
Every time she bent to fluff a pillow or wipe a surface, she felt the ghost of his hands on her ass, squeezing, claiming.
By midday, her red lace panties were soaked again, the fabric clinging to her cute p***y like a taunt. She craved more, the forbidden pull too strong to ignore.
Damian caught her eye during lunch in the staff lounge, his tall frame leaning against the doorframe, that dark charm pulling her in. 'Meet me at the private eleva
