Willow
IT'S A LARGE, AIRY, MINIMALIST ROOM, AS COLD AND IMPERSONAL AS HIS "members club" suite had been. And as expensive looking. "This is a really nice office for a mech–" He slides a hand into my hair, tilting my head up to him. His lips land on mine, warm and unyielding. It's not a soft, questioning kind of kiss. He kisses me like we're picking up exactly where we left off, like this is all he's been thinking about since then. He takes another step, pressing my back to the door as he deepens the kiss.
My lips part for him right away as he slides his tongue against mine. I make a soft noise of pleasure against his mouth that he swallows greedily.
