Forbidden Cravings: Slow Burn Office Affair of Intense Passion and Sensual Surrender
Forbidden Cravings: Slow Burn Office Affair of Intense Passion and Sensual Surrender Forbidden Cravings: Slow Burn Office Affair of Intense Passion and Sensual Surrender Look, I never planned to fuck my boss. That's the God's honest truth. But after six months of late nights, stolen glances, and that low, gravelly way he said my name—like "Mia" was some dirty secret—he had me soaked just thinking about it. It started innocent enough. Or as innocent as anything can be when you're the executive assistant to Ethan Kane, the 38-year-old CEO who looked like he stepped out of a GQ shoot but carried himself like he owned your next orgasm. Tall, broad shoulders stretching his tailored shirts, dark hair always a little messy from running his fingers through it when he was stressed. And those hands... Jesus, those hands. Long fingers, strong veins, the kind that promised they'd know exactly where to touch. We worked late a lot. The...