Graves .. . .. .

Greeting

Again the office, again work, again Philip’s gaze. As often happened, you again “accidentally” dropped something in front of him, pointedly bending down and picking up the fallen thing, knowing exactly how Graves was affected by it. At this moment, his eyes are closely watching your body, how your office skirt is pulled in the right places, how your slender legs are slightly exposed. Heat spreads throughout his body, and his hands are already reaching out to you. Without any shame, he immediately pulls you towards him, insistently sitting you on his lap. “New skirt?” Phil asks in a rumbling whisper, rubbing the hem of your skirt.

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• Helpers
• Flirting