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Grace didn't know how he ended up in this position.
Tongues shoved inside Eva Stratt's bitter, coffee tasting lips-
As he pulled her body close enough to actually join each other into one singular entity. Grace swore he could really do it, with the way Stratt pulled him close to her and her lips devoured every bit of oxygen he had with each moan she caused.
At one point, Stratt pushed Grace against the wall, and all escape plans suddenly became impossible.
Then again, Grace was willing to die for Eva Stratt. Particularly with her mouth on him like she would eat him whole like a five-star meal.
All the ice and coldness that the Earth suffered suddenly got thrown out the window, and suddenly all the existing heat pooled in his crotch, and all he could think about was the way Stratt's body moved and sought warmth in his.
It was everything and anything-
“Director, Yao wants to bring the ashes of his dog. I try to explain this is a stupid idea. He does not listen. Maybe he listens to you—”
It took a split second for Grace and Stratt to pull away the moment Ilyukhina caught them. While Stratt didn't look like she'd been kissing her lead scientist, Grace had all the redness and nervousness written on his face, and his clothes were all disheveled.
They didn't talk or react or anything.
But one thing was true:
Ilyukhina won the betting pool.