*Flynn Larson’s POV
I let out a frustrated moan. His been teasing my tip for a while now. I want him to touch me, and make a mess out of me.
I looked down at the CEO, his eyes find mine. He’s wearing a triumphant smirk as if telling me that he won. I bit my lower lip as I felt my body heated up even more.
“S-Sir” I desperately said, as my hands tried to reach his face.
His hands let go of my erection and reached for my hand. He planted small kisses on it as he climbs his way on top of me.
His eyes were full of lust and longing. I can see how his eyes changes from brown to gray continuously, though I’m not sure if I am seeing it right or I’m already delusional.
“P-Please sir..” I pleaded. His torturing me, and I can see how much his enjoying it.
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