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Yes, I'm going to be making a ton of best-dressed lists in my sexy, sexy pajamas.
[ He had wanted honesty, of course, but she's never going to be the kind of girl who's all that comfortable in a fancy pair of lingerie. The closest she gets to anything along those lines are her thongs and even then, she'll err more on the side of cotton than anything she has to spend a ton of money on.
It's times like these she knows she's not the type he spends most of his time around, has to wonder why he wants to keep slumming it with her because she's never been accused of being fancy in her life. ]
Why do I get the feeling you're already thinking about something specific?
[ James finds himself imagining all kinds of things he wants to do to her. It's been a while since their office encounter and he wants more of her.]
If I were there, I'd start with kissing your soft lips. Slow, deep and lingering. My hands moves gently on your clothed body, sneaking beneath the hem of your shirt.
Maybe. [ She slowly tips back to lay across the bed itself, cradling her phone against her ear with a few fingers, gaze directed up at the ceiling as her voice turns soft for a second. ] Maybe I'd like to know more about you than I already do.
[ It's a burst of unexpected honesty from her, but she doesn't have time to linger on it because he's already starting to paint a very vivid picture for her about what he'd be doing if they were in the same room together, and a smile slowly starts to curve up the edges of her mouth as she listens to him. Good thing she's already closed the bedroom door. ]
I'd be happy to tell you more when we meet again. I'm quite curious about you as well.
[The images in his head become very vivid as he focuses fully on her and the memory of her perfume from their previous encounter, and the softness of her skin beneath his fingertips.]
They start with a slow, teasing caress. Slowly moving towards your soft breasts where they linger. I whisper how beautiful you are as I kiss the spot right beneath your ear, where I know you love to be kissed.
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[ He had wanted honesty, of course, but she's never going to be the kind of girl who's all that comfortable in a fancy pair of lingerie. The closest she gets to anything along those lines are her thongs and even then, she'll err more on the side of cotton than anything she has to spend a ton of money on.
It's times like these she knows she's not the type he spends most of his time around, has to wonder why he wants to keep slumming it with her because she's never been accused of being fancy in her life. ]
Why do I get the feeling you're already thinking about something specific?
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[ James finds himself imagining all kinds of things he wants to do to her. It's been a while since their office encounter and he wants more of her.]
If I were there, I'd start with kissing your soft lips. Slow, deep and lingering. My hands moves gently on your clothed body, sneaking beneath the hem of your shirt.
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[ It's a burst of unexpected honesty from her, but she doesn't have time to linger on it because he's already starting to paint a very vivid picture for her about what he'd be doing if they were in the same room together, and a smile slowly starts to curve up the edges of her mouth as she listens to him. Good thing she's already closed the bedroom door. ]
Oh, yeah? Where are those hands going?
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[The images in his head become very vivid as he focuses fully on her and the memory of her perfume from their previous encounter, and the softness of her skin beneath his fingertips.]
They start with a slow, teasing caress. Slowly moving towards your soft breasts where they linger. I whisper how beautiful you are as I kiss the spot right beneath your ear, where I know you love to be kissed.