Sinclair's POV.
Her hot lips on mine. I allow my hand to roam softly over her body, and she presses her hand behind my neck deepening the kiss.
My hands slip under the light fabric of her blouse until they cup her breast. Massaging in slow motion. She lets out a yelp.
She reaches for my belt buckle.
"Wait," I say cupping her hands.
"Not here....my house?"
She nods.
"Okay okay," I say. Trying to clip the button of her shirt that had come undone.
I reach for my keys and suit jacket.
"I am done... but just give me a minute," I say.
Her eyes move down and a smile spreads across her face.
"You're bossy, Sinclair. I kinda like it." she teases "I should get my things as well" then she leaves.
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The ride home is too quiet except for the light music playing, I should s
