"I do," Eric confirmed, and tugged her closer, his free hand sliding around her waist, to the small of her back. He brought her in against him and ducked his head, so he could speak into her ear, his voice low and promising. "But don't you like the picture of you sitting on my desk, dress pushed up, legs wrapped around my shoulders as I eat you out?"
He was pretty fucking fond of that picture himself.
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Date: 2017-03-28 12:50 am (UTC)He was pretty fucking fond of that picture himself.