He calls me darling. I call him dangerous.
I thought I was invisible. Just a quiet librarian tucked away in a private archive, living a simple life surrounded by books no one else reads.
Then he walked in, with his sharp suit, his British accent, and a stare that made my knees weak.
I didn't know he was the billionaire who owned the place. And I certainly didn't know he was about to turn my quiet little world upside down.
He calls me his darling girl and spoils me with everything I never dared to want, offering me sweet praise and strong hands that know just how to touch me.
But when he learns the truth about the soft, aching fullness I've been hiding, he doesn't hesitate.
He claims it. He claims me.
And with every kiss, every sip, every breath... he makes it clear: my overflowing body is his to treasure, and he intends to spend the rest of his life proving it.
I thought I was invisible. Just a quiet librarian tucked away in a private archive, living a simple life surrounded by books no one else reads.
Then he walked in, with his sharp suit, his British accent, and a stare that made my knees weak.
I didn't know he was the billionaire who owned the place. And I certainly didn't know he was about to turn my quiet little world upside down.
He calls me his darling girl and spoils me with everything I never dared to want, offering me sweet praise and strong hands that know just how to touch me.
But when he learns the truth about the soft, aching fullness I've been hiding, he doesn't hesitate.
He claims it. He claims me.
And with every kiss, every sip, every breath... he makes it clear: my overflowing body is his to treasure, and he intends to spend the rest of his life proving it.