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Imagine your villainous F/O holding you gingerly in their arms, one arm slipped around your waist, the other hand snaking up your neck and cupping your chin.
They tug you toward them and whisper something seductive in your ear, kissing down your neck and around to your mouth, the ferocity of their passion growing with each touch of their lips.
Their grip on you tightens as your heart starts to race, squirming against them…
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