August & MJ | AUGUST KNIGHT'S PARTY |
Oh she knew he could finish it, and probably in under ten minutes if they were alone. Atleast round one. Goddess he had her wound so tightly and he hadn't even touched her anywhere 'inappropriate' yet. MJ found herself thinking about wanting nothing more then for them to be alone. She knew how good it would be, how good they always were.
"Auggie, please," she groaned as his lips brushed against that spot again, before his lips move to hers again. It wasn't entirely clear if she was asking him to stop or keep going, and truth be told, MJ didn't know herself either. And that grin she could feel against her skin and then her lips, she knew he didn't believe her when she said she was going to leave. They both knew she wasn't.
He suggested some alternatives to his bedroom and MJ literally imagined fucking him in all of those possible venues, but knew there were people in all of them. Except the master bedroom/bath. And that was not happening.
"Dancing?" she echoed with a smirk. "You mean dry humping each other while wearing clothing in front of everyone here?" An arched brow was sent in his direction. That tub though, she had every intention of taking advantage of that and him in it, if she got her way.
Goddess damn it, she was staying wasn't she?
"Well, perhaps you can give me the grand tour and we can socialize while you do that?" she suggested with a smile. The 'we' slipped out, but she didn't correct herself as she raised her glass of champagne to her lips.