The second the elevator doors open, she's pulling off her jacket and racing toward him simultaneously, a woman on a mission. "You should be more careful not to let people see you like this," she says in a low voice, pushing him back into the apartment, kicking the door closed behind her, and throwing her jacket across the room without a thought. She throws her arms around him. "I think we may be out of control."
"You might have to pass a local ordinance," he finds himself saying, crushing his mouth against hers, and her to the wall. "However, I'm sure we can be defined as a force majeure."
He pushes her hand down to his groin. "See what you do to me?"
She grins against his lips in sheer delight and unzips his fly, slipping her hand inside. "I didn't think you were lying to me," she says, nipping at his lower lip. "But god, is it ever sexy to see...and feel..."
His eyes close, as he presses against her, his head on her shoulder. "Don't you ever worry that I might not be turned on by you, Martha Kent."
It's a struggle to gather his wits rather than simply succumb to her, but he straightens up, intent on unbuttoning her blouse. "I assume the government is falling in your absence?"
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He pushes her hand down to his groin. "See what you do to me?"
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It's a struggle to gather his wits rather than simply succumb to her, but he straightens up, intent on unbuttoning her blouse. "I assume the government is falling in your absence?"
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