QUOTE : I’ve got papers to hand back and then you’re free to go,” he announced. A few more people asked questions that he answered. It wasn’t until something was set on my desk that I looked up. A wrinkled paper. I looked around to see most of the papers were crumbled in places, some even torn. He fucked me on these papers. No, actually, to be more specific… He fucked my ass on these papers. My eyes shot to where he sat at his desk. A wicked smirk curled his lips as he slowly reached under the desk. I couldn’t see to know for certain, but I’d bet money he was adjusting his hard-on. He’s insane. Dysfunctional. All sorts of wrong. And I love him.