Over the next few days, Liam and I occasionally crossed paths in the office, exchanging polite nods, which eventually evolved into small talk.
Each interaction left me feeling more intrigued, and I couldn't shake off the growing desire to taste him, to drink him.
The wedding band was invisible to me.
I felt awful, but there was a little grin on Liam’s face, that seemed to grow with every small moment we shared.
And the bigger that grin became, the more my clit throbbed.
Fuck. I was thirsty. I wanted him to dowse me.
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