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"Isn't your back hurting?" he asked.
"I, uh..." Lucy looked like she didn't know what to say, confused, because really, she had just sucked his fingers, they were that close, and that's what he'd managed to ask her-if her back was hurting?
Was he an idiot or a moron? Something in between, certainly.
His smirk only grew as her fingers froze on his shirt, and right when she was about to remove them entirely, his hands reached up her legs to grab the high of her thighs-a fistful with fingers so large that he held half of her ass. Lucy was caught off guard, once again, and her shoulders trembled while he used the hold to bring her even closer, her knees going up to fit her hip against his, one of his hands surrounding her to hold her waist.
Their faces were so close she was salivating, and she was sure he was too, so why the hell did they just stare at each other, impossibly close, their cores inches away, their eyes falling to each other's mouths before returning to their eyes-why wouldn't Tim Bradford just fucking kiss her?
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In which Lucy and Tim are left behind at a bar after a night out with friends, and Lucy is just horny enough to push their flirting into a whole new level. Tim enables her.