"Not looking, just checkin'." he chuckled, moving lower to brush his lips over the soft plane of skin just above her navel as one hand moved to work the fly of her jeans open. "But speakin' of, why the hell couldn't you have worn one of those little plaid numbers tonight or something?..."
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Date: 2011-09-28 04:22 am (UTC)