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Nayel Jefferson is kissing me. Nayel Jefferson my obnoxious, piece of shit, entitled, rude, the short-tempered boss is kissing me. He has shoved me against a wall, trapped me under his huge frame, holding my hands above my head, and pressed his cold lips against mine.

I was in shock, was this really happening? My eyes were wide open in disbelief and so were his like he was expecting me to make a move like he was just as shocked as I was that this was happening. We were staring into each other's eyes as our lips were pressed against each other. I can't believe this is happening, why is this happening? Why am I enjoying the heat radiating from his body? Nayel buckles his hips against mine making me gasp and he slides his tongue into my mouth. My eyes flutter shut as I started kissing him back enjoying the feeling of his skin against mine, not understanding why my body was melting under his touch.

Our lips were moving in a rhythm, our tongues intertwining and tangling up