[ At least this time he can pretend that the closed and locked door is to sell the lie that he's not in his office.
It's hard to care much about that, though, when Daisy hoists herself up onto his desk, her legs swinging coyly, and smirks at him like she knows exactly just what he's been thinking of for the past hour. He'd be annoyed — he is, to be honest, but not enough to do anything about it — but she looks good in his clothes, her leggings doing nothing to hide the shape of her legs from him, the legs he has vivid memories of wrapped around him. ]
You're going to get me fired. [ He doesn't seem to mind, if the way he stalks towards her is any indication, his hands automatically lifting to cup her jaw so he can tilt her head back and lean in to kiss her forcefully, stepping between her knees and pulling her up against him. ] And then who'll fuck you like I do?
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It's hard to care much about that, though, when Daisy hoists herself up onto his desk, her legs swinging coyly, and smirks at him like she knows exactly just what he's been thinking of for the past hour. He'd be annoyed — he is, to be honest, but not enough to do anything about it — but she looks good in his clothes, her leggings doing nothing to hide the shape of her legs from him, the legs he has vivid memories of wrapped around him. ]
You're going to get me fired. [ He doesn't seem to mind, if the way he stalks towards her is any indication, his hands automatically lifting to cup her jaw so he can tilt her head back and lean in to kiss her forcefully, stepping between her knees and pulling her up against him. ] And then who'll fuck you like I do?