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My Boss Is Secretly A Softie

Elara was not a nosy person, but something about her supposedly perfect boss helplessly weeping at night in an empty office triggered her curiosity. Mr. Terrence, her boss, was the ideal image of perfection: powerful, rich, and amiable. There had not been a single flaw in him until the day she saw the crack in his mask. Not only was he not the dominant figure she had assumed, but he was also clingy, sweet, and... wasn’t this the ideal puppy boyfriend?! How was this possible? Her boss was actually a secret softie! Follow Elara as she navigates the chaotic relationship with her 'perfect' boss, filled with nothing but surprises!

Rara_Clement · Urban
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61 Chs

Not my kind of angel (2) [NFSW]

[Content warning: NSFW]

A mad grin spread across Terence's face startling the muddled Elara awake. Terrence wrapped her hands around his neck, effortlessly pulling her to his lap.

Sitting down, Elara felt a burning hot thing touching her crotch. Her eyes widened as she flushed deeply, quickly moving to escape Terrence, but was trapped within the male's strong hold.

His slimy tongue ran through her neck, eliciting a light tremble, as he sucked lightly, placing a red mark on it. He pulled down her shirt to her arms, revealing the red teeth mark on her clavicle— the only mark that hadn't yet faded, exciting him more.

Slurping it amorously, his hands fondled Elara's breasts, gently massaging the plump bits, he had her softening into his arms before pulling her into a steamy kiss.