No Purer LovePart 2
Dean tore his eyes away from Emily's retreating bottom, shaking his head to chase away the image and the memories of what had flashed through is mind as he masturbated the night before. Just like then, the real sight of Emily walking out of his office merged with an imagined image of Julia. Clenching his teeth and turning to stare at his computer screen, Dean tried to force the report to burn through his thoughts. It didn't work. A thought of the scantily clad woman he'd seen standing on...