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"You have cravings for me, Charlotte? Look at me and think sex?" And sometime slimeball she thought but instead said, "Griff, half the population of Savannah looks at you and thinks sex. The other half are men and probably some of them are thinking sex too."
"We've been in foreplay mode for years."
Just foreplay, that's what he said, right? Nothing between them but sex. Nothing...involved. "Like scratching an itch."
He laid her back on the desk. Some itch! Then he kissed her until she pushed him away landing him sprawled out in the chair, the little wheels sliding him across the carpet. Panting she sat up.
"You're calling this off?"
"You look really good in that chair with you shirt open and all yummy but I want more. I need more."
He held out his arms suddenly looking totally comfortable and at ease with himself. "Honey, I hate to break it to you, but this is it. This is all there is."
"Yeah, well, I want it naked. If this is a one time deal and we've been building up to it for years we need to make it count. No clothes in the way."
A sly smile pushed at his lips but he didn't move. "Is it going to be a two-way street?"
Getting up all her courage she pulled off her blouse, twirled it over her head and let it fly off into the room, landing on the floor where she'd have to pick it up and look for the blasted camera. Amazing that she could even think camera right now. She flipped the bra in the other direction in case the camera she'd dropped was there. That's the real reason she was behaving like this, right? Work. Sex and work, gave a whole new meaning to multi-tasking.
His eyes widened. "I didn't figure on this."
She came here for info but now that the opportunity presented itself...himself. She was taking advantage. She stood, unzipped her skirt, rounded up all her courage again then stopped.
"Things were just getting real interesting." His voice was low and husky.
"You go out with a lot of skinny girls."
"Meaning?"
"Oh for heavens sake, Griff. Don't' be obtuse. I'm a full figured gal. Not exactly made for stripping."
He stood, took her skirt and let it drop to the floor in a soft swoosh at her ankles. That left her in panties. "Oh, honey," he said in an appreciative voice. "You are so made for stripping. You're made for me." She inhaled a quick breath and he looked as surprised as she felt at the words. "You are delicious and this is getting too close to the quickie you don't want."
Then he pulled off his pants to... "Red and pink kissing lip boxers?" "All I had clean. Rough week." Then he stepped out of the boxers revealing something not funny at all. An old friend, a rather large old friend, though they never got acquainted.
"Oh...my."
"Sweetheart, we haven't even gotten to the oh my part."
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