[She let a soft moan out, trailing her hand lower into her jeans, bucking her hips just slightly. As she fixed a gaze on him a moment, biting her lower lip. Before she went back to texting with her one hand.]
[A small gasp, tongue tracing over his bottom lip.]
I like how your lips are parted right now. Love the way your skin twitches when you touch yourself like that, the way your stomach tightens. I notice all of that.
[Raising her legs, she rested them on the back of the couch, not taking her gaze off him a moment. As she trailed her hands farther down, just enough he would have to notice. Letting another moan out, as she wet her lips. ]
[One day Arthur's phone buzzes with a number he won't recognise. It's rather too easy to trace back to a Nick Holden, a false name that hopefully he'll recognise.]
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