Zara's POV
He let out a low sound, something between a groan and a curse. “f**k,” he muttered, his voice rough and thick. His fingers trailed down from my ass, slow and deliberate, until they reached the edge of my panties. He hooked one finger under the thin fabric and pushed it to the side, exposing my wet p***y to the cool air of his office. I felt the shift immediately, the way the damp material slid away and left me open to him. Then his finger ran through my wetness, sliding easily along my folds from my c**t all the way back. I was dripping, and the slick sound of it filled the quiet room as he touched me.
“Look at this,” he said, his voice low and teasing now, though still edged with that control that made my stomach flip. “You’re so f*****g wet for me. Your p***y is dripping do
