[Her lips part with a silent gasp when he lifts her and sets her down on the counter, and she's quick to hook her legs around his waist again to pull him to her. She uses his closeness to hide her face in the crook of his neck, the heat already rising up into it when he asks her to repeat what happened in the book... It's not as though it's anything as wicked as some of her other books, but a lot of it was certainly... interesting.
Something she would imagine herself in thoughts of with him...]
He did this... [Exactly what Eustace had just done—lifted his barmaid up on the counter so that she was brought to eye level with him.] And...
[Her own fingers work to lift his shirt further up, giving her easier access to the muscles stretching across his stomach, but although her hands are confident, her voice grows smaller and quieter the longer she goes on.]
Pinned her to the bar to... to have his way with her...?
[And they had spilled things, shattered glasses, all in the ten minutes that they had with each other... And even after all of that, left one another hungry for more. Left her silently begging him for the rest of the day as they worked together behind the bar as they exchanged glances, and snuck touches beneath the bar where no one could see...
Is it so bad to simply indulge in these sorts of thoughts?]
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Something she would imagine herself in thoughts of with him...]
He did this... [Exactly what Eustace had just done—lifted his barmaid up on the counter so that she was brought to eye level with him.] And...
[Her own fingers work to lift his shirt further up, giving her easier access to the muscles stretching across his stomach, but although her hands are confident, her voice grows smaller and quieter the longer she goes on.]
Pinned her to the bar to... to have his way with her...?
[And they had spilled things, shattered glasses, all in the ten minutes that they had with each other... And even after all of that, left one another hungry for more. Left her silently begging him for the rest of the day as they worked together behind the bar as they exchanged glances, and snuck touches beneath the bar where no one could see...
Is it so bad to simply indulge in these sorts of thoughts?]