doll

"Be a doll... and be mine."

She slinked closer, crawling into his lap with the grace of a predator in silk. Her finger traced a slow, teasing line down his chest, the heat of her touch lingering like a brand. Tilting her head, lips curled into a pout both soft and wicked, she whispered-

"And here I thought I already was."

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