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Lincoln walked with her back to the office that he shared with his co-owner, a large desk sat on one side of the room with a few chairs placed sporadically around the room. âEveryone wants to have mystery about them, I prefer knowing thingsâ he admitted as he closed the door behind them, immediately cutting down the down of the noise of the bar int he closed room. His hands reaching for the base of his shirt and pulling it over his head, revealing the torso that was covered in assorted tattoos.
Thea gave the office a look through, more for ideas where they could end up fucking. âNext time I might be able to share a little of my mystery.â She turned leaning back against the desk, her eyes raking over his exposed torso. He was fine. Her fingers were itching to touch him. Taking that as her cue she started to remove her short, tossing the material to the ground. âWhere do we start first?â Next she worked on removing her jeans.Â










