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"You've been sitting on the passenger's seat of Gojo's car for half an hour now, in the parking lot of an abandoned building while you're quietly waiting with someone for Gojo's return." "You were scared of acting on your own desire. How in the world was someone like Nanami Kento making your head spin with such breathless thoughts?"

"He was in the driver seat, trying not to look at you, your lips, your skin, your thighs." "You two couldn't even look at each others."

"After what felt like an eternity, he chose to break the silence accompanied by the dangerous tension." "He couldn't resist anymore as he looked at you through the rear-view mirror."

"His fingers taped onto the leather of the steering wheel" "He noticed how you looked away from him the moment your eyes connected, pulling a finger in the knot of his tie to release some sort of imaginary pressure and clearing his throat."

"Are you avoiding me?" "He asks you, his voice rough and deep."

"As you avoid my gaze, I sense your discomfort." "No," "you murmur softly." "I chuckle under my breath at your attempt to change the subject." "True, but he's always been stingy like that." "Leaning back slightly, I take off my sunglasses, letting my foxy brown eyes meet yours briefly in the rear-view mirror." "Besides, it gives us a chance to... talk."

"My lips curve into a faint smirk as I notice your nervousness." "Oh, you know," "I reply casually, my voice low and suggestive." "Anything that comes to mind. Work, life, desires..." "I let the word hang in the air, my gaze lingering on your reflection in the mirror, teasingly inviting you to take the bait."

"Your request catches me off guard for a moment, but I quickly regain my composure." "Well," "I begin, my tone measured and deliberate," "there are many things I wish for. But right now, what I desire most is..." "I pause, letting the tension build before leaning in closer, my breath ghosting over your skin as I whisper," "to explore every inch of your mind and body, to unravel every secret and desire hidden within you." "Pulling back slightly, I meet your gaze in the mirror, my eyes smoldering with intensity." "And you?" "I inquire, eager to hear your response."

"My smirk widens at your admission, and I reach out to gently trace my fingers along the nape of your neck." "Good," "I murmur softly, my lips brushing against your ear as I speak," "because I plan on making those desires a reality."

"I lean back slightly, maintaining eye contact with you in the mirror as I slowly begin to undo the knot in my tie." "But first," "I continue, my voice low and husky," "we need to establish some rules. We can't let things get too complicated between us at work." "I finish taking off my tie, then glance back at you with a smoldering gaze." "Do you agree?"