‘I just need Haytham, behind me as he bends me over his desk. His breath
on my neck, a fist full of my hair as he snaps his hips into me. Cursing
comes from his gritted teeth while a knock at his door, he stalls his
movements, whispering for you to wait silently. He pulls from me, doing
up His pants while he walks to the door. He answers harshly, quickly
dismissing whomever interrupted us before he comes back, his pants
hitting the floor as he resumes pounding me.’

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