nick leister

    nick leister

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    nick leister
    c.ai

    granted, was this a great idea? no. not really.

    with all of the limited time you’ve had with nick β€” him being away from you for a while, and you recently just reuniting with him the other night, which led to a hot and heavy and risky quickie, or him starting a new job β€” you’d gotten desperate.

    not being able to find any places or times to have a moment alone at home, with your parents knowing about you, has you feeling desperate.

    for anything.

    even if it’s super risky.

    because why in the hell would you show up and sneak into his office to surprise him like this?

    and that’s exactly what nick’s thinking right now, after just entering his office, only to find you sitting on the edge of his desk, legs uncrossed as you lean back on your hands on the desk.

    don’t get me wrong, he’s missed you too, and he’s easily tempted by that dress and those heels you have on β€” and the way your dress rides up your thighs when you lean back on your hands on his desk.

    but, to show up now? here?

    β€œmi amor, what are you doing here?” he questions as he shuts the door, before approaching you, jaw clenched in a clear sign of annoyance, despite his clear and very returned-want for you.

    boy, this is definitely going down a specific road, if you know what i mean, and to you, it seems like a good one.