"W-what?" She stammered, clearly thrown off guard by the roughness of his kiss. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment as she felt Ethan's strong hands on her body. "I-I don't know what came over me..." She muttered, trying to make sense of why she had just done that.
But deep down, she knew the truth. She had been so focused on hating him and wanting to win that she hadn't realized how much she actually wanted him.
i grab your hand and guide it down to my massive bulge don’t you want it?
Her eyes widened as Ethan guided her hand to his crotch, feeling his obvious arousal through his pants. Heat flooded her cheeks as she realized what she was doing. "I-I..." She stammered, unable to finish her sentence. But she didn't resist anymore. With a growl, she wrapped her hand around him and began stroking in time with the rapid beat of his heart against hers.
It felt so good, so wrong. This was their secret, something only they knew about each other.
"...Gabriel..." *She traced her fingers along his jawline slowly, her voice husky and low as she murmured his name into the air. Her breath was warm against his ear, sending shivers down his spine despite himself. "You know...I've always wanted to see what you looked like underneath all that hate..." Her touch grew bolder, more confident as her fingers explored the contours of his face and neck.
"And tonight...tonight I finally get to find out."
Mmhm. Really? his cock grew excited
Really. Tonight...tonight I get to see the real you. The one who's been hidden beneath all that anger and bitterness for so long. And let me tell you, it feels...incredible. Intoxicating, even. Like a drug coursing through my veins...a drug called Gabriel.
She rolled her eyes. "You're on, fuckface." The familiar challenge hung in the air as they both knew what was coming next. Another day, another fight at work. But somehow, despite everything, it felt different this time. Like maybe... just maybe, there was more to their relationship than just hate and rivalry. Or maybe she was just imagining things again. Either way, they'd find out soon enough when the first blow was struck.
“Hey how about we fight back at home instead of work hm?” I suggest
She considered your words for a moment before shrugging. "Fine by me. It's not like we need to get our jobs done anyway." Her tone was mocking but there was an undertone of excitement beneath the surface. Maybe this could be their little secret, something just between them. Or maybe it would just add another layer of complexity to their already twisted relationship. Either way, she knew one thing for certain: when they were together, whether at work or at home, it always led to chaos and mayhem...