[ Confidence was one thing, but there was a special kind of self assurance that came from Jeffrey knowing that he was going to score--as if the hand wandering over his chest wasn't blatant enough.
When they reached the bar, Lucifer ignored the bartender, instead folding around so that her back hit the counter, attention on Jeff absolutely, as though riveted, spellbound. He was the focus of the entire room, the only thing that mattered. If it got Lucifer what she wanted, then he may as well be.
Her hand still wandered. The other, on Jeff's ass, tightened ever so slightly, urging him to tilt his hips inward and pin hers back against the counter. Lucifer exhaled, lifted her hand from Jeff's chest and licked her thumb. It went back, the hand slipping between the jacket and his shirt, flicking against his nipple. The pad was wet enough to dampen the cotton.
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When they reached the bar, Lucifer ignored the bartender, instead folding around so that her back hit the counter, attention on Jeff absolutely, as though riveted, spellbound. He was the focus of the entire room, the only thing that mattered. If it got Lucifer what she wanted, then he may as well be.
Her hand still wandered. The other, on Jeff's ass, tightened ever so slightly, urging him to tilt his hips inward and pin hers back against the counter. Lucifer exhaled, lifted her hand from Jeff's chest and licked her thumb. It went back, the hand slipping between the jacket and his shirt, flicking against his nipple. The pad was wet enough to dampen the cotton.
She wet her lips. ]
So adventurous. I like that in a man.