Valentina sat at her desk on the third day, staring at the same paragraph in Elena Petrova’s manuscript for the tenth time. The words refused to make sense, her mind kept drifting back to Kia.
Every time he walked past her desk, her body reacted instantly. Her thighs clenched together under the desk, Her n*****s hardened against the inside of her bra, and heat flooded between her legs until her panties grew damp.
She shifted in her chair, pressing her thighs tighter. The movement only made her swollen c**t rub against the soaked lace. A small shiver ran through her.
She looked up just as Kia passed by, talking on his phone. His sharp suit fit perfectly across his broad shoulders. He didn’t even glance at her, but the scent of his cologne lingered in the air behind him. Valentina’s p**
