Unmasking the Heiress by Sisi Yea

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Unlock the content CLICK HERE TO WATCH THE Evangeline's voice was a murmur, dripping with charm, making her far more bewitching than the demure Julia could ever hope to be.

"I'm all yours for the evening," Walter replied with a smile, reaching for the hidden compartment in his office.

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Walter's private room at the office was spacious and cozy, doubling as a sanctuary with shelves of books lining the walls.

He gestured for her to ccloser. Evangeline had made the first move, and he was all too willing to play along, curious to see how far she would go. Despite her bold approach, the moment the door clicked shut, Evangeline's heart raced with unexpected nerves.

However, in a swift move, Walter had her gently pinned against the plush couch.

1/2 Chapter 30 +25 BONUS His presence was intoxicating, a familiar scent mingling with the air as a stray lock of hair fell across his forehead, shadowing eyes that drew her in deeper.

Evangeline fought to keep her feelings at bay, her lips parting slightly, lashes fluttering in a silent siren's call. Her arms found their way around his neck, tender yet eager.

Her other hand played with his tie, tugging him closer still.

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Propped on one arm, Walter finally noticed the sweet, clinging scent of pet her perfume, sending a shiver down his spine and a tingle to his senses. The reaction was immediate.

She had put on perfume, had she not?

Her touch did not stop there. Her hand trailed down his neck, over the expanse of his chest, fingers deftly undoing his shirt buttons. As she moved, the strap of her black dress slipped, revealing the swell of her chest, the bra beneath pushing up what was already ample, though she seemed blissfully unaware. Her touch sparked a trail of heat.

"Walter! Are these your abs?" He chuckled, a low, raspy sound that filled the air. "Surprised?"

"They're so firm!" Her voice was a whisper, her breath warm against his om skin, cheeks flushed with a rosy glow.

O Her fingers danced to his belt, and with a practiced flick, it cundone.

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