[There's a sharp, stuttered intake of breath at the feeling of his hunters mouth and Liam doesn't bother to stifle his groan. Traveler be damned if someone heard them, he can't even be bothered to care what anyone thinks. Not when there are fingers tracing along his hips and he can't help but shiver at the feeling of them.]
Desk?
[It's a weak question, because he's loathe to move at the moment, but he tries to keep his bearings.]
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Desk?
[It's a weak question, because he's loathe to move at the moment, but he tries to keep his bearings.]