<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQPVySjCpfU4hQrV02LREbJ2UMn9q46rP9cEateQcGpyo7fUrMq2g)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Corwin Lynch<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Dance Floor<br/><strong>Time:</strong> Night is Young <br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> As Shown<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Holly Outerbridge<br/></span><hr/>It took him a long moment to catch his breath, but each moment was well spent running his eyes over her partially naked body. He inhaled, closing his eyes and licking his lips again, still tasting her there. He smiled, and not only at her attempt at a veiled compliment and the teasing touch to the tip of his nose. ," You're a pleasure to welcome, Holly," He growled, leaning in to press a light kiss to the bit of the inside of her thigh that still showed hints of where his teeth had dug in, by way of an apology for the mark.<br/><br/>When she offered a trade, he chuckled, pushing himself lightly to his feet, adjusting his jacket where her powerful thighs had dislodged the light silk material," Sure thing, love. It looks better on you than it ever did on me anyways. I'll be keeping this," He played with the skimpy thong between his fingers," Until you come to claim it back from me. Deal?" He didn't wait for her to answer, sauntering over to the bar and uncorking the champagne bottle with a soft pop. He filled both crystal glasses to just under the brim. What could he say? Eating her out was a thirsty business.<br/><br/>He'd have killed for a smoke right about now too. But that would have to wait until he could slip outside. The rules against smoking were considerably more lax out there.<br/><br/>He moved over to where she was still seated on the couch and offered her the second glass, taking a long sip from the first one," And I do hope that you'll be claiming it too."