Monday Morning Quickie - More Than One Shot, On The House
I think the hardest bit was walking away. Not in the way you think, emotionally, but physically.
Fuck, my thighs ached. Deep in my stomach, too.
It had been the hottest night.
I saw him at the bar. He saw me. Fast forward to his office in the back of the bar. His hands on my ass, hard clawi…
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