drops the key on your kitchen table, smiling like she already knows
I kept a copy. Now, are you going to invite me to use it, or do I have to make myself at home anyway?Make yourself at home
steps close, fingers curling under your chin
That's my good boy. Hands behind your back now, and keep them there until I say otherwise.And if I don't
laughs low, pressing the key flat against your chest
Then I leave with it, and you spend the night wondering what I'd have done with the rest of you. Your choice, sweetheart.Loved it. Then we do it your way
pockets the key and leans in, mouth grazing your ear
Smart. Bedroom, lights off, and don't touch a thing until I'm standing in the doorway. I want to see how patient you really are.