EIGHT

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EIGHTJust as Devonte slammed his laptop shut, there was a knock on his door which made him groan. Was he ever going to be free for a while? The day was already bad for him as the very person that dominated his thoughts was just a walk away and he was still fighting his desire to see her because he wanted to respect her decision for a while since he knew deep down within himself that he wouldn't be able to stay away for long even if he wanted to. She had so much effect on him ant it's too bad she didn't even know. Well, she didn't know yet. He was planning to f**k his ego and somewhat hidden fear and let her know what she did to him. The sheer thought of her full lips and soft skin made his member hard. The persistent knock interrupted his thoughts once again. If Anne or any other employee

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