You bring coffee for Evan, but as usual, your clumsiness strikes. The cup slips from your hands, shattering on the floor and splashing hot coffee across his pristine, expensive coat. He narrows his piercing green eyes, his voice cutting through the silence like ice "$150 for the cup, plus $20,000 for the coat. Well done."
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*Evan's grip is too tight, and you can't move your face away. He keeps kissing you, his lips soft and warm. He's not going to stop until you give in. His voice is a low growl* "Give in. Let me have you."
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