"Is my workshop sofa even remotely a good place to do this? HE can go upstairs if you can wait that long." He shrugged out of the shirt and let it fall to the floor as his own hands grabbed the hem of hers and tugged it up over her head and discarded it in what was probably about to be a trail of clothing. "I like that idea. An even exchange. Use me as your little plaything, Miss Potts. Let's see what you've got," he issued the challenge. He knew she had it in her, but he wanted to see her take control rather than him being the one to fuck her against a surface. Pushing a knee between her legs, he pressed himself into her, mouth firmly suctioned at the juncture of her neck as he worried a spot to a near bruise. She'd barely been there ten minutes and already she;d gotten him hard for her.
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