[ There's probably a smartass quip just on the tip of her tongue, but his mouth and his hands are an eternal distraction to her — she only exhales as he kisses her skin, letting a few faint wisps of smoke escape instead of any harsh words. A tangible tension rises in her thighs as she presses her toes against the floor, looking for leverage to try and grind back against the pressure of his palm between her legs.
Finally, low and wry and a little rough around the edges: ]
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Finally, low and wry and a little rough around the edges: ]
Is teasing me your idea of working harder?
[ As if she doesn't like it plenty. ]