Jiya sashayed into Raj's office, closing the door behind her with a playful wink. "Hey, old man," she greeted him, plopping down in the chair across from his desk.
Raj looked up from his paperwork, a smirk playing on his lips. "And a good morning to you, young lady," he retorted, his eyes taking in her curve-hugging skirt and blouse.
Jiya rolled her eyes, but couldn't hide the grin on her face. "You're such a pervert, you know that?" she said, but there was no heat in her words.
Raj leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers. "And you're my perfect little temptress," he replied, his gaze never leaving hers.
Jiya scoffed, but her cheeks flushed at the compliment. "You wish," she said, but her playful tone gave her away.
Raj's eyes twinkled with mischief. "I know," he said, his voice low and confident.
Jiya's breath hitched at his words, her mind suddenly filled with dirty thoughts.
Raj noticed the change in her, and his smirk grew. "I think someone's getting hot and bothered," he said, his voice full of innuendo.
Jiya glared at him, but couldn't hide the heat in her eyes. "You're such an ass," she said, but her voice was breathy and inviting.
Raj stood up from his desk, walking around to stand in front of Jiya. "And you love it," he said, his fingers tracing her jawline.
Jiya's heart raced at his touch, her body begging for more.
Raj leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "Let's go back to my place and continue this," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin.
Jiya's breath hitched at his words, her body already anticipating the pleasure to come.
Raj took her hand, leading her out of the office and towards their shared home.
As they walked, Jiya couldn't help but feel a sense of power and control. She may be young, but she knew exactly what she wanted, and she wasn't afraid to take it.
"You know, I could get used to this," Jiya said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Raj chuckled, his hand still wrapped around hers. "I have a feeling you'll be getting used to a lot of things," he replied, his eyes full of desire.
Jiya's heart skipped a beat at his words. She may have been the one in control, but Raj was the one who made her heart race.
They arrived at Raj's apartment, and Jiya couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. She knew what was coming, and she was ready for it.
Raj led her to his bedroom, his hands exploring her body as they walked. Jiya moaned at his touch, her body begging for more.
As they reached the bed, Raj pulled Jiya close, his lips crashing against hers. Jiya kissed him back, her body melting into his.
She may have been the one in control, but in the bedroom, Raj was the one who called the shots.
And Jiya was more than okay with that.
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