<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://40.media.tumblr.com/b98973f987c4ef79a514d3bfbf27f1e4/tumblr_ngww5p1ilB1sbw1gto1_500.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>NAME: </strong> Dominic DeCosta<br/><strong>AGE:</strong> 35<br/><strong>LOCATION &amp; TIME:</strong> Gymnasium Building, Heading for the Office Of Dominic DeCosta | 9/2/16 2:13PM<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Ciseleigh Capshaw <em><strong>CLOSED</strong></em></span></span><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><br/><br/>His amicable grin was left fluttering and faltering in the wake of that casually intimate gesture. Just the feel of her lips against his cheek sent raw hormones crashing through his system, his body tensing from the influx. As such, he felt no shame, whatsoever, in letting a free hand slide up to curve along her hip, settling into its deep valley as his graveled voice returned to him. <br/><br/><strong>"Has it..?"</strong><br/><br/>Bold, the only adjective in his vocabulary, he snuck a commanding thumb and forefinger beneath her chin and tilted it upward. A brief caress of his thumb against the pliant skin there and he found himself leaning in. Though, leaning in may have been putting it mildly. His lips fell to hers, <em>hard</em>. A bass groan erupted and rattled his rib cage as her flavor broke over his tongue. Fucking. Delicious.<br/><br/>She was giving all the right signals. Back arched. Nipples peeking through her silken top. Cheeks flushed with arousal. If this were a Serengeti plain, he'd have mounted her several times over already. As it were, he kept it more civil, albeit not any less carnal. <br/><br/>Presumptuous hands slid up the back of her thighs, clenching at the creamy flesh there before he lifted her against him. Redepositing her on his desktop, he moved into the cradle of her legs after having knocked his paperwork carelessly to the floor with a clatter of organizational matter. Firm hand to the back of her neck, he hovered above her lips predatorily. <br/><br/><strong>"...I think we can do better.."</strong><br/><br/>His free hand still lingering near her waist, he kept her eye while it worked to pluck delicate buttons from their fasteners, ripping the material from her shoulder once she was free of her bindings. Bountiful breasts on luscious display, he growled appreciatively. He could certainly form a professional relationship with <em>those</em>.<br/><br/></span></span>