Her hands roam, and I gasp as they enter the bottom of my shirt, sliding sharply up the skin of my chest. She sits up, shifting her weight to my lap, causing me to tense there. She rocks her hips, my breathing sharpens, and my body jolts beneath her.
***
She’s the only person to believe in my passion for writing. But I never thought it would be anything more than her support and eagerness to read my novel. She’s my coworker, and the best proofreader I could ever ask for. I hold off from love, and I avoid catching feelings, especially in workplaces. Yet somehow I’ve fallen in love with her. Oh, what a helpless man I am.

NO CHARACTERS, PLACES, OR EVENTS ARE BASED ON REAL LIFE. IT IS ALL A WORK OF FICTION.


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