Half-Buttoned, Fully Dangerous

Leave it to Zane to take something so simple… and make it downright filthy. He sent me his usual daily pics. Just a casual check-in, right?

Except he wasn’t casual at all. Button-down shirt. Half unbuttoned. Skin teasing me like he knew exactly what he was doing.

And of course, I told him how good he looked — because FUCK, he looked good. That’s when my mind went immediately to places I probably shouldn’t have been thinking about at work. Thinking about all the things I would do to his tight body, those pretty lips, that pussy that was made for fucking.

Zane? He didn’t hold back. He leaned into it.

He spent the next hour teasing me, pushing every button, showing just enough to make me ache for more.

Every ping of my phone was another taunt, another push, another pic of him undressing, naked, until I could feel myself straining against my pants at my desk. Pre cum flooding my underwear, leaking through to my pants.

Zane knows exactly what he’s doing. And he’s too damn good at it.