she arched her eyebrows. “I’ve wanted to fuck you in one of these rooms for months.” Her cheeks flushed. “I’m on the clock.” “Then tomorrow we’ll clean it off the clock and call it square.” I dropped to a knee, holding her gaze as I pulled her tennis shoes off her feet. Next came her jeans. I slid down the zipper and as I tugged them down, taking her panties along for the ride, she shimmied her hips and kicked them free from her legs.
