As told by Nik Archer
She’s fourteen years younger than me. She’s my kid sister’s best friend. She’s my identical twin brother’s little flirt-toy. She’s my employee. And to top it all off, she’s my parents’ rescue pup, so to speak. But now, I can’t stop thinking about her. Not after the day of my sister’s wedding. Not after kissing her twice and watching her come apart in seconds. Not after the next day when I called her into my office under false pretences and kissed her for a third and fourth and fifth time. Not after I sunk my fingers inside her wet and tight heat. Not after I brought my fingers to my mouth and tasted her. Not after she pushed me away and called me an egotistical asshole – an upgrade from her usual shithead curse – and took every part of me with her as her perfect behind descended down 23 sets of stairs in the height of Dubai’s summer.
I knew I was screwed. Just how much? I wouldn’t find out until I got back home to London and had to face her in my office again.
CONTENT WARNING:
Explicit sex and descriptive erotic scenes. Use of profanities, obscene language and curse words.
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