Lilian ~
I’m still sitting on Edwin’s lap, thighs trembling, my p***y still pulsing from what his fingers just did to me. My skirt is bunched around my hips like a damn belt. Blouse open enough that my bra is showing. His shirt is hanging off his shoulders, belt half-undone, c**k still straining against his pants. We both freeze like idiots caught in headlights.
Daniel stands in the doorway. Calm. But his eyes are different. Not the usual bored-professional look he gives everyone. No. Right now he’s staring at me like I’m a prize he suddenly noticed. Like he’s calculating odds.
“Wow,” he says again, voice low and amused. “Didn’t realize the quarterly review included… hands-on demonstrations.”
Edwin’s arm locks around my waist so tight it almost hurts. Protective. Possessive. His other
