I Hate You, Mr. Boss-Man [18+]

I Hate You, Mr. Boss-Man [18+]

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"I fucking hate you," I grumbled, reaching for my coat off the coat rack. As I go to open the door and leave, it's pushed back, hard---and all I feel is the warmth of his body on my back. "You hate me, huh?" He whispers against my neck, his hot breath fanning where I tried to cover up his tattooed kiss. I manage to turn around, his hands on either side of my face. My breathing faltered, my heartbeat quickening, my chest rising and falling as his eyes flicked to my lips every chance he got. "What's that saying again?" Jesse trails rhetorically, brushing his nose along my neck. "There's a thin line between love and hate?" (18+ Mature)
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|WATTPAD ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+| "You're leaving?" Mr. Daughtler asks, seeming disappointed. "Yeah...it's getting late" I say. Just as I open the door, Mr. Daughtler uses his hand to push it close. I turn around, looking deep into his eyes, Our faces close together, I stare into his eyes and swallow hard; nervous about what is about to come. "Please don't leave" He begs "...what are you doing?" I ask, he slowly rests his hand on my cheek. "You're one of my favorite students...you know that right?" Mr. Daughtler whispers I'm completely speechless at first. "Um..." I say, watching him lean in for a kiss. However, I immediately turn my head "We probably shouldn't-" "But you want to...?" Mr. Daughtler tells me. I say nothing, we both know the answer to that. Mr. Daughtler slowly unbuttons his shirt; as it drops to the floor, I stare at his six-pack, rock-hard abs. "Tempting, isn't it?" He whispers, staring down at me. Mr. Daughtler moves my hands, slowly placing them on his abs. "You can't resist," He says. I gulp, knowing that what we are doing is wrong. However, how can I say no to that body? He leans in, whispering in my ear "How long would it take you to moan my name?"

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