Suite 1016 (a drabble)
Checked the time.
Gonna be late…
As she dressed, he stilled her hands, pulling her to where he sat on the edge of the bed. His face went to the hollow of her neck and traced along her collarbone, breathing her in.
“Please… stay a little longer?” His plea a sensuous growl in her ear. He was using the same tone he recently used as he skillfully guided her to exquisite heights. The memory made her drop the clothing she was holding and push him back onto the bed. She straddled him greedily.
…I’ll take the write-up for being late.
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