35| Zayn?

Reese was in the living room, her legs criss crossed on the couch, and her hands were pressing a throw pillow to her chest.

Her eyes were glued to the television, but her mind was far away, reminiscing about what happened between her and Axel in his office.

She enjoyed every bit of the pleasure he administered to her, and she wanted more. Just the thought of it was making her wet all over again, and she could feel her femininity twitching.

Fuck! She wanted his hands inside her all the time, and she couldn’t wait to feel every inch of his manhood inside her.

He was the only one who could make her body come alive with want, but it was just so unfortunate that it had to be him.

Who even signs a contract to be in a sexual relationship? It could only be his arrogant ass, she thought. She knows she shouldn’t have allowed him to touch her after proposing such an insulting plan to her, but she couldn't help it; she couldn’t resist him.

But boy, does she regret it? No! Would she allow h