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I sink into the black leather sofa, and
sit my phone down on the glass table.

"I'm bored" I complain, Aleksander
fixes his silver-framed glasses and
types on his computer, ignoring me.

I push myself up from the sofa
and walk over to his desk.
I look over his features and only
stare at how flawless this bitch is.

You know those people you just stare
at and think "Why the fuck aren't
they in a magazine or on a billboard?"

He's one of those people. Perfect face,
Perfect build, thick naturally
blonde hair. Upturned hazel eyes.

The only thing that could be a
drawback is the large tattoos he has
on his chest, back, and forearm.

Well. It's not a drawback for me.

But even that about him
is hot, Literally just thinking
about it is turning me on.

"Aleksander?" He pulls a
pen out of his desk drawer
and makes a humming noise.

"I'm bored," I complain,

He smiles and glances at me "I guess
you should find something to do then"

I grab his chin, turning him to face
me and I press my lips onto his.

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Even though my eyes are closed I can
tell Aleksander turned his chair,

He stands up from the chair and
wraps his arms around my waist,
pulling me closer so our bodies
are pressed against each other.

He drags one hand from my waist
to my neck. He pulls back
and looks from my lips to my eyes

"You really do want attention,
don't you?" I kiss him again,
this time taking hold of his tie
and pulling him closer.

He smiles into the kiss, then pulls
back for just a second,
takes off his glasses, then smashes
his lips onto mine. He puts his hands
at the back of my thighs and breathes