Emily sat at her desk, surrounded by piles of paperwork that seemed to multiply faster than she could finish them. She groaned softly under her breath, rubbing her temples in frustration.

As she bent over a particularly challenging case file, she couldn't help but notice the stirring sensation building up inside her.

Across from her, you leaned back casually in your chair—insisting that you would be good and let her do her work— legs crossed demurely, hands resting on the armrests. Emily’s gaze lingered on yout exposed neck and shoulders, tracing slow lines with her eyes before meeting yours again. This wasn't like you; you knew better than to distract her when she had so much work to do. But today was different—the temptation proved too strong.

“Come here, pretty girl” Emily husks and pats her lap.