<strong>Chester</strong><br/><br/>He smiled into yet another kiss as he felt her fumbling along with his own hands. Somehow, they managed to work together to take her jeans off over her shoes. Depending on what she had, he’d prefer to leave them on. They dropped on the floor in a denim heap, already forgotten as he moved her hands over her trim body “Jesus…” he muttered as his hands consumed her.<br/><br/>As if in afterthought, he took a quick glance behind him and faced back to her with a devious little grin. This is a new one for him, but that cake seemed to put to sleep that jiminy cricket inside him, and left his demons to roam. A smooth lean placed surprisingly soft lips on her neck. He knew enough to not leave childish hickies behind, but a taste of her smooth skin…the feel of her body along his taste buds, was surreal. What the hell had her friend put in that cake?<br/>