The hand on the outer ledge of the bathtub slinks up her neck to her chin, holding her head in place as James presses his lips against hers, massaging them tenderly with just a hint of tongue. He pulls away slowly.
His subsequent grin is too goofy to match the kiss. “Twenty percent of all your profits. I discovered you; I ought to make a profit out of my discovery.”
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Date: 2007-05-09 06:22 pm (UTC)His subsequent grin is too goofy to match the kiss. “Twenty percent of all your profits. I discovered you; I ought to make a profit out of my discovery.”