<div class="floatleft">(http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h289/masta_loki/tattoo_thumb1-1.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>-=Vincent Kincaid - Playing the part of dutiful pool boy - The Gamble's Cockpit=-</strong></div>Mae’s touch sent flares of anticipation through him like wildfire as it traveled along his shoulder and neck. The faint pressure of her hand when it stopped upon his cheek urged Vincent to relent to its demand, something he didn’t hesitate to do. His act of minor subservience was rewarded greatly as her lips and tongue found their way to the sensitive flesh of his neck, sending waves of desire flooding through him ultimately culminating in a heavy sigh that had a faint laughing quality once it passed through his languid smile.<strong>”Mmmm, I guess I better remedy that issue then, huh?”</strong>Mae’s words so close, intimate, and dripping with sex sent his already attentive loins into high alert that had as much to do with a bell once owned by a man named Pavlov as it did the woman upon his lap.<br/><br/>The pressure of his girlfriend’s presence against his groin caused his manhood to ache with need, Vincent’s hands making their way into the tight space between them to remove the suddenly stifling garment. He had just hooked his thumbs around the waistband when her green hues met with his in a gesture that was accompanied by an alternative that made his eyes open wide as he considered what was being insinuated. A toothy wolfish grin spread across his lips as his hands left his side in order to allow his forearms to perch on the chair’s armrest with his thumbs lightly caressing the bare thighs.<strong>”Well, if I’m given a choice… I’ve always wondered what you’d look like on your knees while I was sitting in this particular chair…”</strong>