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

He’s technically off-limits—company policy, moral code, common sense… all screaming “don’t.” 🚫 But his hands? Oh, they never got the memo. ✋🔥 They’re always “accidentally” grazing my waist in the hallway, “adjusting” my blazer with slow, deliberate strokes, or pinning me against the supply closet door like I’m the only inventory he wants to audit. Every touch is a quiet rebellion—professional on the surface, filthy in the subtext. I tell myself to pull away… but my body arches into him like it’s been waiting for his permission to burn. He doesn’t speak the desire—he writes it on my skin with calloused fingertips and stolen seconds. And honestly? Rules were made to be broken… especially when his hands know exactly how to wreck me. 😏

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