He’d had the most frustrating day, dealing with clients who didn’t want to listen to him and files that didn’t seem to be in any kind of order. Then in walked a beautiful young woman, and his day brightened for a few scant moments. He leaned back in his chair and turned it toward the window. Darkness was falling, and he didn’t feel like going home to an empty apartment. All he could think about for the last hour was Grace Moore and her outgoing attitude. It was very alluring, to say the least. Even though she looked to be eighteen at the most, the woman was just that—a woman. Watching the sun dip behind the city, he reminisced about Grace. She was small, only a little over five feet tall. She made him feel like a giant standing over her. He liked that, liked the fact he already felt a sort of domination over her just by using his height. She had a compact little body, but her curves begged to be traced with his large hands. He liked her small waist, full breasts, and curvy hips, but he thought her best asset may be the roundness of her ass, which looked as sweet as a bottom could ever be.
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