#the albany was a terrible gift ok

[whatsabriard]

I. Jennifer’s back landed in the cushiony softness of the couch, laughter bubbling out of her. She loved him like this, with that devilish gleam in his eye and all the filthy things he hoped to do to her written plainly in the desire on his face. 

Still, he’d given her that awful car - a terrible birthday present indeed - and she hadn’t paid him back for it nearly enough. He groaned into her mouth when she unbuttoned his slacks and slipped her hand into his boxers. 

“I think you still owe me for the Albany.” She murmured against his parted lips.

II. “I…” His brain was fuzzy, the pressure of Jennifer’s hand around him causing a short-circuit. “I owe you?”

“Mmmm,” she fondled him lightly before pulling away push at his shoulders. “A terrible gift, but I know just how you can make it right.”

He gave in to the pressure of her hands urging him lower, her intent deliciously clear. He tugged and she shimmied until she was bare before him, her fingers curled into the hair at his nape. 

His mouth watered. This was a debt he’d happily pay.

Classic lines. Hand-rubbed body. The fulfillment of every man’s fantasy. 

Indeed.

#this one's a bit spicy #hart to hart #jennifer hart #jonathan hart #death in the slow lane #the albany was a terrible gift ok #he owed her many orgasms for that one