Off- Limits III
Sam just finished laying down the second track for his album and was finally getting a well-deserved break between takes. It’d been non-stop since he came in early that morning and he’d been running on absolutely no sleep, three cups of coffee too many, and the sheer will to live. He’d only gotten about halfway down the hall before you pulled him into the other recording studio.
“What in the world are you doing?” he chuckled quietly as you pressed him against the wall, cupping his face, making him look down at you. He licked his lips watching you.
“You have a break right?” you beamed, looking up at him.
“I only have a ten.”
“That’s all you need. Isn’t it?” you smirked, letting your hand brush against his crotch.
Licking his lips he nodded. “I-I can work with ten” he gripped your hips, lifting you up and placing you on the desk. “I can definitely work with ten” he moved your dress up, hooking your panties around his thumb. “I’m not used to you in dresses…I like it…”