[Hearing his sigh, Cadence pulls both her hands back, sliding up and across his shoulders to start unbuttoning the front of his shirt. One set of fingers lingers on bare skin while the other works at his tie, tugging it down and apart slowly.]
It better not have been about to ruin another part of my clothing.
[Her thighs twitch involuntarily from the sensation.]
My first "mistake" was expensive enough. I'm sure even your pantyhose are annoyingly overpriced.
[ He rakes a thumbnail testily over the nylon on her thigh, chuckling against her skin. With one more bite and a drag of his teeth on her neck, Clay cranes his neck to allow her to pull off his tie and shirt more easily. With his eyes open again he can't help but admire her delicate, deadly hands on his clothes for a moment as a hand goes to her shoulder blades and then find the zipper down her back and pulling it- carefully, of course. ]
Just because I own high-quality clothes doesn't make them overpriced. Price isn't a necessary indicator of taste...like your outfit, for instance. But I would make you "pay" for them, yes.
[Take that however you'd like Mr. Emerson.
She slides her now unzipped dress off her shoulder blades, letting his fingers graze over her uncovered flesh before refocuses to help him shuffle off her nylon. It could be slow foreplay, or zero faith.
Clay ignores the jab because he spent more than he liked to admit on this suit and he’s very sure everything she’s wearing is overpriced based on where they’re located and the inflated price of everything but- details. He’s focused on something else.
His focus brings him to kissing her exposed collarbone while he presses gently and rubs her stockings some more while he continues their business meeting. ]
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It better not have been about to ruin another part of my clothing.
[Her thighs twitch involuntarily from the sensation.]
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[ He rakes a thumbnail testily over the nylon on her thigh, chuckling against her skin. With one more bite and a drag of his teeth on her neck, Clay cranes his neck to allow her to pull off his tie and shirt more easily. With his eyes open again he can't help but admire her delicate, deadly hands on his clothes for a moment as a hand goes to her shoulder blades and then find the zipper down her back and pulling it- carefully, of course. ]
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[Take that however you'd like Mr. Emerson.
She slides her now unzipped dress off her shoulder blades, letting his fingers graze over her uncovered flesh before refocuses to help him shuffle off her nylon. It could be slow foreplay, or zero faith.
Both. It's probably both.]
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Clay ignores the jab because he spent more than he liked to admit on this suit and he’s very sure everything she’s wearing is overpriced based on where they’re located and the inflated price of everything but- details. He’s focused on something else.
His focus brings him to kissing her exposed collarbone while he presses gently and rubs her stockings some more while he continues their business meeting. ]