Soon, he's standing next to you, his hand is on your lower back and you could feel his body heat against you. He is hot in a literal sense. After the introduction, he has everyone engaged with his anecdotes.
If you take away the evil, he's not bad-looking. Marco looks like a sculpture of Adonis that came to life.
Your neuro-linguistic programming training seems to be working well, and not long after all the little flirting and your second glass of champagne, he asked you if you wanted to see the penthouse suite.
You whispered in his ear, "I've been waiting for you to ask me that."
"If you told me that earlier, you'd already be cumming right now, love." You bit your lips. To him, it looks like you were turned on, but the truth is, you're repulsed and you had to stop yourself from puking.
He took your hand and he led you to the elevator. Two of his guards followed.
Inside, he couldn't keep his hands off of you. He pressed his body against yours and wrapped his arms around you from behind. He started kissing your neck, and you could feel his growing member against your ass.
The elevator dinged. He led you towards the penthouse door and quickly swiped his card. Once inside, he pushed you against the wall and started making out with you. His guards stood inside the suite by the door. Once he finally moved his lips down to your jaw and on your neck, you asked him if he could show you to his bedroom and he immediately obliged.
Inside the room, he started taking off his suit jacket. "Mi Amore, ready for my love-making?" You smirked, "Mmm... I wanna do this my way." "Sí, let's see what you got eh." You pushed him on the bed and straddled him, kissing him as you grind your crotch against his.
Merlin begins his radio silence until you send a signal that the job is done.
Meanwhile, Harry was forced to listen, in case things went wrong.

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Honeypot
FanfictionA typical Honeypot mission with an unexpected turn of events, courtesy of a prototype tech.