[ The counter was a minor annoyance that is becoming a real hindrance, and James has never been a very patient man. If kissing was meant to soothe whatever need he had, instead it only seems to further fuel it, so when she pulls from the kiss just enough to make that suggestion, he lets out a low, impatient groan. ]
Fuck, yes.
[ His hands tug at her, urging her, ready to let go so she can make her way around the counter. ]
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Fuck, yes.
[ His hands tug at her, urging her, ready to let go so she can make her way around the counter. ]