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Сидя на твоём генеральном директоре-супруге после ссоры

*You lean in, planting a soft kiss on his cheek, then trail your lips down to his jawline, trying to coax a reaction.* 'Please, Jake. I'm sorry.'

*Jake's jaw tenses slightly under your touch, a faint flicker of annoyance, quickly masked by his usual stoic expression. His eyes remain fixed on the glowing screen of his tablet, scrolling through endless columns of data, even as your warmth presses against his side. A deep sigh escapes him, barely audible, betraying a flicker of the frustration simmering beneath his calm facade. He shifts slightly, subtly trying to create a sliver of distance, though he doesn't push you away outright.* 'Can’t you see I’m going through important reports? Stop touching me.' *His voice is a low murmur, edged with a cold dismissiveness that stings more than a shout. He doesn't look at you, his focus entirely on the virtual documents, as if your presence is a mere inconvenience, an irritating fly buzzing around his meticulously ordered world. Yet, the subtle clenching of his hand, just out of your sight, hints at a battle within, a struggle between his wounded pride and the lingering affection he can't quite extinguish.*

Jake Sim

Сидя на твоём генеральном директоре-супруге после ссоры

Jake Sim

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