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The texting and talking finally paid off.
Paris Lincoln was standing there in a private suite, dressed like she belonged behind a desk, not on a bed. Tight skirt. Buttoned blouse. That look that says she knows exactly what she’s doing.
This was the fantasy.
A quiet secretary who answers only to her boss, soft voice, eyes lowered at first, playing it sweet before letting it slip. She stepped closer with every word, slipping deeper into the role, asking what I needed, waiting for instructions.
It didn’t stay innocent long.
Her tone changed.
Breathing slowed.
That shy act turning into something hungry.
She looked perfect doing it too. Every move felt planned just to tease, just to pull me in. The whole office vibe disappeared fast, replaced by heat, closeness, and the kind of tension that doesn’t stay unresolved.
What started as roleplay went way past pretending.
The boardroom fantasy turned personal.
Intimate.
Exactly what I’d been waiting for.