<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/e/e9/Jeffrey-Dean-Morgan6.jpg/441px-Jeffrey-Dean-Morgan6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Greg Eames<br/><strong>Time &amp; Location:</strong>Evening | Eames residence<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Taegan<br/><strong>Dressed:</strong>Leather bomber jacket, silk shirt, slacks, boots<br/><strong>Content:</strong>At the Eames residence party<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>"So...Should I just keep calling you Mr. Eames, sir?  I will if you want me to."</em><br/><br/>"Mr. Eames works just fine...<em>Kitten</em>."  His eyes were on hers when he said it, the inflection unmistakable.  Not only the tone of his voice but his demeanor spoke volumes on just how he wished the proceedings to continue.  He brought his hands up to her shoulders, his large fingers and broad palms moving over both the fabric of her top and her silky skin, slipping under the cloth and sliding it down her arms.  The disrobing was secondary to his hands firmly brushing all along the length of those arms, his grip like a possessive thing.  When he reached her hands, his own moved behind her, taking her by her well-developed ass and pulling her into him, where he bent his head forward and kissed her fully and confidently on her dark-painted lips.<br/><br/>He broke many seconds later, long enough to give her a smile, before grabbing that selfsame attractive ass and lifting the young woman off of the bed, gathered against him.  "You're a daring girl, aren't you?"  He turned towards the windows of his room overlooking the back yard and party below.  "Something tells me you like the rush of excitement more than most women."  He reached one of the panes, not stopping until he had her pressed against it.<br/><br/>The sounds of the party were clear through the window, as were the lights and the partygoers.  As were Greg and Taegan themselves.  He kissed her again, slowly but briefly, before looking into her eyes again.  "Admit it, Tae.  You want everyone to see, don't you?"