“Don’t stop.” “Whatever you say.” Josh grunted as he dragged her lower this time, across his unmistakable erection. “You know, it works even better if you take off your clothes,” Naomi said in a dry voice from inside the room. Josh and Clara both scrambled to their feet, or at least they tried to. Her feet slipped on the shiny laminate flooring and she waved her arms wildly, trying to regain her balance. “Fuck,” Josh said as Clara’s elbow slammed into his solar plexus. “Not quite.” Naomi examined her manicure. “But I’m sure if I’d shown up ten minutes later . . .” Clara opened her mouth to
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