She Can’t Wait To Get Wild In The Woods

Dinner was great; they ate and chatted while they devoured thick steaks and crisp steamed vegetables. “Maybe later,” Cason said when Page groaned. Eporner Cason studied him, loving the slightly dangerous edge the leather jacket gave him. The guy standing in front of him was dressed in a ragged pair of jeans, held up by an equally dubious belt and nothing else. His shoulders dropped and his smile grew when Cason licked his lips again. Waddling slowly, Tiffany left for her office just down the hall. Page’s hollering could be heard through the door and no one answered the first time he knocked. He didn’t look up. “I want you here tonight.” Cason had moved over by the bench, waiting for sub’s eyes to finish traveling across everything in the room and move back to him.