<hr/><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">"Let's Get This Party Started "</span></strong></span> </div><hr/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://science-all.com/images/rachel-weisz/rachel-weisz-07.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>NAME: </strong> Ciseleigh Capshaw<br/><strong>AGE:</strong> 32<br/><strong>LOCATION &amp; TIME:</strong> Gymnasium Building, Office Of Dominic DeCosta | 9/2/16 2:13PM<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Dominic DeCosta <em><strong>CLOSED</strong></em></span><br/><strong>WARRNING:</strong> <strong><em>Adult Content</em></strong></span><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">He was forceful, strong. Dominant. All things Leigh looked for in a partner. When a woman spent her time being a pleasant barracuda in the boardroom, sometimes it was nice if someone else took the initiative. A husky chuckle escaped her lips as he give her body a yank, the bare cheeks of her ass sliding with a little shriek of protest against the cold wood of the desk top until he’d positioned her on the edge. She thought he’d take her there, slide home in a hard, fast thrust but he surprised her once again, pushing her naked torso backward until it rested against the cold surface of the desktop.  <br/><br/>Leigh rested passively, watching him with hungry eyes as he climbed the desk and loomed over her. The man was certainly put together well. Even through the clothing he still wore, she admired the firm flesh, her fingers itching to touch him more intimately. Leigh looked down the length of his torso to the slim hips and firm thigh bracing on either side of hers. The fly of his pants was open and she could see the flesh she'd been palming only moments before peeking out of it. The sight was almost as impressive as the feel. <br/><br/>With a little purr, she lifted her hands and pushed at the shirt still hugging his torso, pressing it upward, out of her way. Her fingers burrowed once again, this time under the shirt to stroke the ripping muscles of his abs, his lips crashing down on hers. <em>Oh yes,</em> she thought with another purr. This one mental as she lifted her head into the movement, joining her efforts to his as their tongues once again dueled, this time silently.<br/><br/>She felt the material of her skirt being hiked up and spared a half a millisecond to think of wrinkles before she lifted her hips to aid his cause. Her hands coasted upward, her fingers curling around his sides to stroke over his muscled ribs. Then they danced in and one thumb swept over a  turgid masculine nipple. Even that flesh was firm and strong and sexy. <br/><br/>He felt like hot satin over hard steel and Leigh spared a moment to wish the time to undress him completely and take in the view. She was sure it was a magnificent sight to behold. But just now, her tongue rubbed against his, her shoeless foot raising to curl around his hip, her heel catching on the firm flesh of his ass.<br/><br/>DeCosta's hands left her breasts and Leigh’s lips pulled into a little pout, her head dropping back to the surface of the desk with a little <em>thunk</em>. But she watched as his fingers swept down her arms, curled lightly yet firmly as they made their way to her wrists, catching tight. Then he exerted pressure, bringing her arms over her head.<br/><br/>She let herself be maliable, let him place her arms where he wanted for the moment. Leigh quirked one eyebrow, the turn of her smile turning sexy and humorous at once. The cold surface of the desk as he pressed her wrists onto it felt decadent to her heated flesh. With a flash sparking in her eye, she tried to lift her arms. She couldn’t <em>not</em> test against his strength. When she moved not an inch, a little shiver worked its way down her spine making several important stops.<br/><br/>It was chased by another electric thrill up her spine as she felt his cock. Leigh’s breath left her on an exhale, her eyes rolling closed as she arched her neck. <em>Delicious</em>. Dominic DeCosta was proving to be utterly delicious.<br/><br/>Drawing in a breath, Leigh let her eyes open and move back to his. Her voice was a little breathier than she would have liked when she spoke.<br/><br/>“Well well. Now that you have me at your mercy Coach DeCosta, whatever are you planning on doing with me?” She tried to move her arms again, pushing against his hold as if to emphasis their predicament. Really, her fingers where just hungry for the touch of his heated skin. Being held away from her desire was a hedonistic form of pleasure.<br/><br/>Leigh undulated under him, her free foot coming up to brace on the top of the desk as she lifted her body under his, seeking more contact. It was a dangerous game she played. DeCosta held the upper hand at the moment and he knew it. As much as that excited her, she didn’t want him to get used to it. Leigh needed to maintain the upper hand with the man. She had a feeling he would be hell on wheels to deal with if she lost her footing there. So she played along, made his dominance a bit of a game. He didn’t need to know just how freaking turned on his little maneuver made her.<br/><br/>Her eyes dropped to his lips, her own parting. Then her eyes drifted down his body to the hard, thick length of him standing proud and at the ready. Her mouth watered. She wanted that. Badly. Her tongue danced out to wet her lower lip.<br/><br/>"Hmmmm?" she hummed in question.</span></span><br/>