just_fck_me | 4.10. Get Me Off

4.10. Get Me Off - Basement Jaxx
Give your body to me
Give your body to me
Let your body be free
Free your body, your body with me

I want to undress you
Wanna caress you (wanna caress you)
Don't wanna be coy
It's time to get me off

Come on baby, thrust me, trust me, get me off
You're my poison and I cannot get enough

Co-written with straight2point [NSFW]

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By the time Harri had made her dramatic flounce from her own party, Marc had no less than four waitresses swarming around him offering him ice and asking him if he was okay. The James deep in him had been tempted to say Harri had a tick in her arm and accidentally belted him during an episode, but he figured she would likely hunt him down and peel his scrotum off with a pair of expensive nail clippers. Still, he figured the encounter had been a success. He had gotten under her skin, as she had done with him. He had only been at the party in the first place to break into the ever-moving circle that was high profile fashion and Harriet Ryan at the helm of Razor was one of many keys he could use to unlock those doors. He hadn't expected her to hold his intrigue so much, though. Izzy had been the last person who belted him in the face like that. Was there something to be analysed in that?

( No. No. Quit it, he instructed himself... )

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