She saw into his eyes like an open window. Searching underneath the darkness and stretching out the light, leaving no room for shadows. The way she moved kept him hypnotised, like a snake to the song of his trainer. He tried, oh how he tried to deny the attraction to her. She was a deadly poison. Like alcohol. A few drops send you into heaven wanting more, and when you finally drown yourself, its all over. No turning back. The best and deadliest attraction; a dangerous addiction.

Soft hands ran over a bare back, leaving light scratches.

Moans and pants fill the room.

He was just a man. Falling deeper and deeper. No matter how he looked at it; upside down, around corners, it all said the same. He was lost in a deadly game of sin.

Clothes lay on the floor forgotten.

Sheets tangled around legs, threatening to fall off the bed.

He was the bad ass. He was the 'king.' He was always in control. Nothing could take him off guard. Nothing would ever stop him from getting what he wants. Nothing...

Silent screams fill the night, clouded with ecstasy.

Tongues battle in a war for dominance.

Nothing but her. She was just the 'smart girl.' The girl who cleaned and made the list of needed equipment replacements. Just a damn girl. Just a...

The sound of flesh against flesh echoed around the room.

Creaks of a bed in a tragic rhythm.

Beautiful, wonderful, sexy, damn, fucking...no fucking her, vixen. He was starting to think he was thinking too much. Maybe...

His name reverberated off the walls as she spasmed around his member.

He saw white stars across his vision as he came after.

Nah. Let that short stuff be the damn thinker. For now he can just enjoy the fucking manager. Literally.

I have no idea where this really came from. Kinda just played itself out while listening to Kelly Clarkson's: Addicted.

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~Kyori