[What's the fun of a secret tryst if you don't play up to all the illicit elements? The door's not locked - she's not even sure it can be - but there might be some warning, like this.
She likes how she can surprise him, how he's only just reacting to her by the time she has enough access to slide her hands right up his shirt, like she could slip under his skin as easily as she slips between the front panels of his suit jacket and nestles her weight against him. Like he's a soft sweet thing who can't resist her, even when he's all cutting edges to the rest of the world. (Okay, so the conversation she overheard may have somewhat affected her plans for the evening. He's hot when he's mean.)
She leans up into his kiss, unable to stop smiling, and gropes gently at his chest in retaliation when he nibbles, when he laughs.]
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She likes how she can surprise him, how he's only just reacting to her by the time she has enough access to slide her hands right up his shirt, like she could slip under his skin as easily as she slips between the front panels of his suit jacket and nestles her weight against him. Like he's a soft sweet thing who can't resist her, even when he's all cutting edges to the rest of the world. (Okay, so the conversation she overheard may have somewhat affected her plans for the evening. He's hot when he's mean.)
She leans up into his kiss, unable to stop smiling, and gropes gently at his chest in retaliation when he nibbles, when he laughs.]
What? Do you feel corrupted yet?