her lips were pressed against his skin ; following the exposed trails of ink that crept up the side of his neck. like she was committing him to memory ; he was HER GOSPEL and she was in desperate need of salvation. fingers had wasted NO TIME unbuttoning his collar or loosening his tie. she’d practically been in his lap the second the car roared to life. a DISGUSTED GROAN flowed from the back seat , one she was easily learning to ignore. ( she was still impressed she managed to snag shotgun without a HUGE FIGHT ; thank god they were pressed for time. ) the car speeding off , away from sirens & the scene of the crime , didn’t so much as make her flinch. OR QUESTION IF SHE SHOULD WAIT. every bump in the road was a green light , encouraging her to nip at his skin , and drag her lips up until they found his ear. one hand came to rest against his stomach , fingers walking a short path up his tie so she could curl the end around her fingers. as if it was the most INNOCENT action in the world. but the tone of her voice , whispered into his ear , gave hint to the desire that was BURNING THROUGH every inch of her. ❝ ——— you should’ve let richie drive. ❞
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