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Let's keep it that way. [She murmured it in a way that was like a challenge, as though she was challenging him.] You think you can do that?

[If they weren't seated on the main level of a busy club, she would be tugging her shirt off and guiding his mouth down to her breast. Lay back on the table and spread her legs, pull him in to hold his face right up against her. Chloe bit at his bottom lip, hands moving down between them for his belt, lowering down to sit and get comfortable.]

You're hard...

[Smugly mumbled that ended on a sighing breath, the skirt riding up closer to her hips as she rocked against him. It was discreetly done, the height of the table enough to hide her from the waist down.]