His fingers press against her thigh with more force, and she enjoys the feel of his warm, well-used hands. It would be better without the pants, she suspects, but alas, Weaver owns no shorts. Not that there isn’t an alternative solution to that problem. ”You need ways to keep cool here,” she says with a teasing lilt to her voice.
He takes the bait, not that she really needed to bait him at all. It was simply more fun this way. The kiss is sweet, gentle, and he gets his half of the fish. She chews what remains and swallows. ”It is good fish.” Mischief sparkles in those amber eyes of hers. ”It might even have something to do with the chef.” And she leans in to kiss him again, harder this time.
He takes the bait, not that she really needed to bait him at all. It was simply more fun this way. The kiss is sweet, gentle, and he gets his half of the fish. She chews what remains and swallows. ”It is good fish.” Mischief sparkles in those amber eyes of hers. ”It might even have something to do with the chef.” And she leans in to kiss him again, harder this time.
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-- ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies --
Quote by Charles Dickens
