As Abby moved into the room, carrying with her a bottle of a whiskey and her most charming smile, Desmond grinned.  He sat at the same table she moved toward, his feet propped up on the tabletop, one boot crossed over the other.  His dark eyes roamed her form, from the gentle curve of her backside to the rise of her breasts, and as his gaze met her own, he stood, taking the offered glass of whiskey.<br/><br/>Downing it in one gulp, he sat the empty glass on the table and pulled the woman in close to him, crushing her body to his own.  His right hand slid up behind her, grabbing a thick handful of her red hair, while the other slid down to squeeze her ass tightly, while he pressed his hips against her own.<br/><br/>“To new partnerships…” he said, and pressed his lips to her own, turning her so that when he pressed her back, the two of them fell to the bed.  Lola hadn’t bent to his will, but he hadn’t expected her to.  She was strong-willed and determined, and though she was only a woman, she ran one of the most profitable saloons in Silver City.  Of course, most of those profits were taken from the miners in the nearby silver pits, independent workers who wanted nothing more than a stiff drink and a soft woman, but they were profitable nonetheless.  He hadn’t intended to reveal himself so soon, but old debts had to be repaid, and there was no sense in waiting for them to come due.<br/><br/>His strong hands slid down the front of her corset as his lips pulled away from her own.  He squeezed her breasts, grinning lecherously, his dark eyes growing darker with the growing lust within him.  He began unlacing the corset, slowly and deliberately, his legs straddling her waist, pinning her to the mattress.<br/><br/>“You’re all mine for the night, are you?” he asked, his fingers working their way down the corset.  “And a bottle of whiskey, to boot.  She’s trying to keep me distracted.”  He chuckled, finally loosening the corset enough to pull it free from her body.  He squeezed her bare breasts, his hungry fingers kneading her flesh, before he pressed his lips to one pale nipple, sucking it between his teeth.  He grinned, tugging on the tiny nub with his teeth, before doing likewise with the other.<br/><br/>He stood then, and removed his coat, tossing it over the back of a nearby chair.  He slowly began unbuttoning his shirt, looking down at her half-naked form.<br/><br/>“Come on, Abby…” he said.  “Show me what you’ve got.”<br/>