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[takecourage]

"We could start with me giving you another dance," she says, taking a nonchalant sip of her drink like his hands aren't on her, like they're not essentially talking dirty to each other in the dark corner of a bar. "Only, this time, I'll take everything off and can do whatever you fucking like to me during. And after." Another swallow of rum. I don't know, Harrington. What's the filthiest thought you've ever had about me?"

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[haplesshairpile]

"Think you'll be coordinated enough for that?" His other hand moves under the table to grab her knee and lift it over his, spreading her legs under the table.

"You go first."