❜ nuh - huh. ❜ a tut of her honey - drawn tongue, basking at the root of his mouth, the proposal of what awaits. when she leans back, he follows her, his hands shoving aside the skirt she bought solely for him, and the mahogany wood of the desk slides cool like silk upon her. slim digits tugged on the tie looped around the bend of his throat, her knee rising up between them as if to hold him at a distance. ‘ NOT YET . ‘ cadence rasps on the tender pulsing of her desire, heartbeat like a trigger, and he MUST sense the shaking foundation of her resolve. she turns away from his profile in this dim light, catching her breath but it stalls as his nose and maw drag sensually along her shoulder and take fabric with it until he has flesh. the silence looms as a shadow between them now, his slick sigh in her ear. a suspense like hanging off a cliff unravels all her golden limbs and he gains purchase between her shapely legs, hissing at the mountain of her cleavage as the bullet of her black stiletto digs ruthlessly into the tendon of his rear. they could be caught here; she half- naked and sprawled, blushing as though he already fucked her, but he’s hardly laid his hands on her, and she’s shuddering for MORE, the request rippling the air. this has been their dance: the clandestine touch, the dark corners, the forbidden tone. whenever they ended up here, it was like the first time, her greedy little fingers are fraying at the leather of his belt, and she hears him chuckle and is tempted to swallow the sound from him, but she has her grasp at the jutting bone of his pelvis. when it’s back in her court, it’s not as amusing. blunt nails scratch along his hips, urging a shiver from him, and a wicked gleam dilates her iris. ‘ where do you WANT me ? ‘
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