He’s Off-Limits… But His Hands Aren’t. 🚫✋

He’s technically off-limits—company policy, common sense, maybe even my own shaky morals—but his hands? Oh, they never got the memo. 🚫✋ They roam like they own me: gripping my waist in the supply closet, tracing my collarbone during “team check-ins,” sliding up my thigh under the conference table like it’s just another agenda item. I tell myself just once… but once turns into stolen lunch breaks, late-night emails that end with “come upstairs,” and the way he pins me against the elevator wall the second the doors close. 🔥💼 We don’t talk about the rules—we break them. Loudly. Repeatedly. And every time his fingers tangle in my hair or drag down my spine, I forget why I ever thought “no” was an option. Because if he’s forbidden… then damn, I’ve never tasted anything sweeter. 😏

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