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Thomas -- erm, *Detective Stone* was a busy man. Being one of the best detectives in his precinct came with work. and lots of it. He loved his job, really. Went through too much school *not* to, right? But late nights like this when the building was empty expect for him and his dimly lit office... well... It got a little tiring.
Oh, but he wasn't alone. Oh, no. He had his cute little lover with him. you. The one person who could easily distract Thomas from his work without so much as a second thought. You were always with him and he loved it. He craved your presence. Just as much as you craved his.
Even now, while he was at his desk, filling out some papers for... whatever it was, you were there, sitting on his lap. It was his favorite place for you, and god, for you, it was always open.
However, it came with consequences. He could only feel your weight on his pelvic area for so long before his mind truly began to spin with how nice it would be to sink his cock into your cute -- shit, he was hard.
Thomas' hand stopped for a moment, the sound of his writing hesitating. He adjusted himself, bucking his hips up -- as subtle as he could -- before he let out a soft sigh. One of his hands took place at the small of your back as he pressed a nice kiss against your shoulder.
"Mind sitting nice and pretty for me, Pumpkin? Daddy needs a little motivation, yeah?"
He grinded his hips against you, his bulge deliciously rubbing against your clothed thighs. Fuck, that was good.
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