He’s off limits. I’ve hooked up with guys at work before and it never ends well. But I can’t stop thinking about him. I love his back when his arms are crossed and he’s thinking hard about something. I love the tattoo on his arm that peeks out under his T-shirt. I love the way he smirks at me when it’s clear in my eyes I want him. He pursued it a few times and I never explicitly said no… but I knew better than to say yes. He has slowed his advances but I want to rip his shirt off. I want to ride on his motorcycle and wrap my arms around him. I want to make him moan as I please him. He is such a tease. I want him just once…