Sasha licked her lips sensually as she stepped into her boss's office.

Mr. Harris was 20 years her senior and such a handsome silver fox.

He always wore the most exquisite tailor-made suits that enhanced his already muscular body,

and it drove her crazy with desire.

The 24-year-old blonde woman knew better than to sleep with her boss. Not only could she lose her job if HR found out about it, but his wife was already

on the lookout for potential affairs. None of it mattered to Sasha, though. A month before, they had started an affair,

and ever since then, they had been going out at it hot and heavy almost every day, both in the

office and after hours. Perhaps that was why all her usually demure outfits had been replaced by short skirts, tight blouses,

and tight little dresses, still professional looking, but sexy as hell.

It made it impossible for Mr. Harris to look away from her hourglass figure whenever she stepped

into his office. And that was just the way

she liked it. You called me, Mr. H? She purred hotly, wiggling her hips from side to side, hotly with each

new step. She was carrying a notebook and pen, but she knew she wouldn't be scribbling anything down.

After all, he immediately motioned towards the door and huskily commanded.

Close the door behind you, please, Sasha.

And she did, smirking hotly at her handsome boss.

Her blonde hair cascaded prettily down her back,

her black pencil skirt wrapped around her round, sexy hips, so beautifully,

and her white blouse gave just enough of a glimpse down her stunning cleavage

that any red-blooded man would be lusting for her within instance.

"'Come over here, gorgeous,' he grunted huskily, pulling his chair back so that she'd have

enough space to climb on top of him easily. She took her time walking over to the desk,

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