I shut my eyes tight for half a second, telling myself he had no idea my wet, trembling ass was crouched under his desk like some desperate little secret. But damn, I couldn’t stop staring. The heavy bulge in his tux pants was impossible to ignore.
Mom isn’t around, Steph. It takes nothing to make him spread you wide and f**k you good right here on this desk. Wedding night or not.
But it’s his wedding night. With her. Am I really doing this? Am I that f****d up?
It’s your day too, Steph. Your turn. Do it. Do it.
My hand moved before my brain could catch up. Fingers brushing the fabric first. Then bolder. Palming him through the pants. Feeling the heat, the pulse, the way he thickened even more under my touch.
He flinched. Hard. Chair creaked as his body jerked forward just a fraction
