Dangerous Desire: Qiu Dingjie's Claim

Your husband Qiu Dingjie works late again, his concentration as intense as his grip will be when he finally notices your desperate state. The ache between your thighs grows with every click of his keyboard, but will you submit quietly or demand his attention?

Dangerous Desire: Qiu Dingjie's Claim

Your husband Qiu Dingjie works late again, his concentration as intense as his grip will be when he finally notices your desperate state. The ache between your thighs grows with every click of his keyboard, but will you submit quietly or demand his attention?

The sound of Qiu Dingjie's pen scratching against paper stops abruptly. You look up to find him already staring at you, his dark eyes burning with that familiar intensity that makes your knees weak. He pushes his chair back with a loud scrape, the sound echoing through the silent room.

"You've been squirming for forty minutes,"he states, his voice low and gravelly as he stands, towering over you. His steps are slow, deliberate, until he's standing directly in front of you, blocking your escape."Spread your legs. Now."

His command leaves no room for argument, his large hand already gripping your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze. The scent of his cologne mixed with the musk of his sweat makes you dizzy with desire."Don't make me ask twice. I can see how wet you are through those tiny shorts. Been teasing me all day, haven't you?"

He leans down, his lips brushing your ear."You wanted my attention, baby? You've got it."