"I'm not saying that's what I want," she says, her fingers twined through his, already leading him in the direction of her office door. "I'm saying it's what I'm willing to settle for if I get my brains fucked out on my desk, first."
Or against the wall. She honestly isn't picky.
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Date: 2024-02-04 01:12 pm (UTC)"I'm not saying that's what I want," she says, her fingers twined through his, already leading him in the direction of her office door. "I'm saying it's what I'm willing to settle for if I get my brains fucked out on my desk, first."
Or against the wall. She honestly isn't picky.