uhmm like a plot “i came home for my bestfriend’s wedding and whoa, when did her older brother got soooo hot?” let’s say he was lanky and a loser during high school or something
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uhmm like a plot “i came home for my bestfriend’s wedding and whoa, when did her older brother got soooo hot?” let’s say he was lanky and a loser during high school or something
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Secretary, 2002.
Secretary, 2002.
"And those lips... fuck, those lips could make a saint lose his halo."
Pascal looks at her as if she is someone of NOTE. It is a look so sentimental it nearly makes her weep with joy. She is not accustomed to it, but knows she can quickly adapt. He treasures her, this she has learned by the way he did not quickly discard her. His words nearly make her heart go as buoyant as her spirits. She captures his lips again, eager to prove that he is not nor has he ever been wrong about her.
She melts into the warmth of his hands traversing her skin. Gasps of approval escape her as he brushes over her pulse and down her stomach to her hips. HIs anchoring there encourages her and she grinds herself wantonly against the seam of his pants as he presses his hips closer. But vague impressions are not nearly as satisfying as the real deal.
Without wavering, Novak responds to his commanding touch and wraps her legs about his hips and her arms around his neck. As he carries her to the bedroom, she uses his unguarded proximity to nip at the corner of his jaw. She wants to leave a hickey, one he can't quite easily disguise or hide. Her teeth graze against the flesh and nip gingerly again. Then, as if to apologize for being a little rough with him, she runs her tongue along the indented patch. Just kissing him like that is enough to cause her to become overwhelmed with unsatiated lust. "You might have to limp through work tomorrow." She murmurs against the shell of his ear. "Unless we call off and have ourselves a long weekend."
And there, as they enter the room is a new mattress and a new bedroom set. "Well, what do you think?" She hoped she had remembered the set he had expressed interest in when they had the emergency call to the store. She had heard him joking about it, and she hadn't been able to stop thinking about getting it for him. Well more like for THEM to enjoy. @protectxthem
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Shallow and breathy, Benson allows herself a rasp of a breath as his warm lips grace sensitive skin. Any utterance louder may invite trouble. The file she had been browsing over is discarded upon her desk, and instead of embracing the manila folder, she loops an arm backwards to half embrace his nearest shoulder. Lord, what she wouldn't do to clock out now and let him have his way with her (and she with him).
His careless whimper sends a jolt of excitement lancing through her veins. Her oaken orbs slit with equal desire as she bites back of groan of her own. Benson NEEDED him in the worst way. And it's not like it can wait another FIVE agonizing hours till she could clock out. "If you're quiet, we can hurry. Everyone else went to lunch." She haphazardly utters back. "Can you do that?" She prods. She is usually such a STICKLER for the rules which makes this venture all the more enticing and exhilarating.
Hurriedly, Benson rolls her hips back into him, giving them a teasing wriggle against his crotch as she offers to bend over her desk for him.
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Rafael wasn't usually the type to meet someone in a hotel bar and invite them back to his room, but that's exactly what had happened with Brianna. And watching her sit on the balcony with nothing on but the hotel robe was enough to have him walk to where she was and pull her back inside and kiss her passionately until the back of his legs hit the edge of his unmade bed and caused him to sit down and pull her to straddle his hips. "You're wanted back in bed," he growled between kisses and nibbles to her lips.
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His company is scintillating in a capacity that is rare for Wayne to discover. She knows damned well there will be a notable lecture from Alfred regarding her feckless behaviors at a hotel that she owns coming to her soon. However, what Alfred would never understand, is how desperately Wayne craved human interactions from intelligent men. Men who offered some semblance of love or affection, even if it were fleeting.
Wayne did not care if the feelings were fleeting, Barba is her's for now, and she will revel in his presence as long as he allows. The taste of his lips had possessed her all night. Waking up in a tangle of his limbs had been such a glorious experience. Being with him, made her feel at peace for the first time in ages.
Vaporized had been contemplations of board meetings and for just a brief moment crime fighting. In his stunning eyes, she saw something. A man worthy of devotion. Even now, watching him from the perch of the balcony, she couldn't help but remember the way he exuded love, passion, and vigor. It left her blazing for hours, as did the joyful, colorful chorus of noises he emitted. It is RARE that Billion heiress blushes. Yet, she does so as she manages to catch his eyes.
Barba's pull of command is eagerly followed back into the wonderful warmth of the hotel room. His lips are voracious and urge her to surrender to affection, which she gladly does. Her own kisses are filled with nearly unquenchable desire. Her porcelain fingers thread through the luscious sea of hair that is nearly ebony in color. She gives a gentle, needy tug before he slinks down, and her form is urged to follow. A bemused laugh escapes her as she finds her legs split open on either side of his hips. "Are you sure you can go for another round? After last night?" She teases between kisses.
The urge to ravage him returns, causing her blood to scorch in her veins. With a thundering heart, she utters against his lips, "very well. Your wish is my command." Her voice is steeped, nearly husky with lust. "Barba? Do you know what you do to me?" Her teeth gently move to rake against his throat, right over his pulse. Oh, she is certain he could nearly feel the heat emanating from her. She shivers, giddy with anticipation. "Or the sounds I want to hear you make again?"
Dark eyes behold him awaiting his orders next orders.
Pascal groans lowly when she says she might have a trick or two he might enjoy, truthfully, he enjoys everything she does, down to the way she moves and talks. The corners of his lips twitch into a smirk as she lets out an excitable yelp. The tips of his ears heat up and he shifts a bit trying to not so subtly adjust himself when she calls him 'Chief, Daddy, and sir.'
He watches her for a moment before changing out of his turnout gear and swinging by his office to grab his duffle bag and keys. His files are left on his desk, where they will remain until tomorrow. Once he gathers everything, he needs he heads out, arriving at Novak's place about thirty minutes after her.
"Hope I didn't make you wait too long." He hums, shutting the door behind him, stepping out of his shoes after untying them. He drops his duffle bag by the front door along with his jacket. "Good. Because I've been thinking about this all day too." He wasn't worried about the building possible coming down on him earlier, he was more worried about Lizzie and the others. He walks toward her, cupping her face with his hands and kisses her deeply.
His low groan sends tingles spiderwebbing to her core. It is a sound she adores and can not wait to continue extracting it from those velvety lips of his. Novak can't wait to make him her's ALL night long. It takes all of her restraint to not take him right THERE and THEN. If it were not for their precarious position, she might have risked tempting him with another sultry kiss.
The yearning, however, does her good. Just thinking about him leaves her weak at the knees. It leaves her ready, waiting, and keyed-up.
"You, Chief, are always worth the wait," she professes. Novak's arms open to accept him. "You have?" A bit of pride tinges her voice. She was about to order him to show her, but he does just that. Ravenous lips desire to devour him. Her greedy hands fist into his shirt, hauling his mighty form against her's. Greedily, she sweeps her tongue across the bridge of his lips begging for entrance into his mouth.
She juts her hips out, legs widening to him. Lizzie's hands drop to his wonderful, curvatious ass. He isn't anywhere close enough for her liking. "You and me, bedroom now-" She utters impatiently between kisses. She doesn't care that they haven't yet consumed dinner. There would be time enough later for it.