BISHOP: I’d much rather take care of this here. Maybe leave my mark all over your desk.
WILLOW: Bishop
BISHOP: Relax Kitten, there’s no one here. Just me and this enormous desk. I’ll even turn the lights down just in case.
BISHOP: …You still there?
WILLOW: Yes
BISHOP: What are you wearing?
WILLOW: One of the skirts you love.
BISHOP: Fuck. I really need to rip every single one of those.
WILLOW: Where’s the fun in that?
BISHOP: I’ll enjoy it. Now take it off.
WILLOW: Bossy.
BISHOP: You like it.
WILLOW: Done. Now what?
BISHOP: Lose the sexy white lingerie we both know you’re wearing.
WILLOW: This seems a little one sided.
BISHOP: Are you asking me to take my cock out, Kitten?
WILLOW: At my desk?Maybe
BISHOP: No.
WILLOW: Why not?
BISHOP: Not until you tell me exactly what you want.
WILLOW: Fine. Take out your cock
BISHOP: Only because you asked so nicely.
WILLOW: Run your fingers along the bottom swirling the tips around the barbels like I would my tongue.
BISHOP: Fuck Kitten
BISHOP: That is quite possibly the hottest thing you’ve ever said to me.
BISHOP: I take it back. Yelling my name when you come is infinitely hotter.
WILLOW: Stroke my cock for me. Gently. You can’t come until I do.
BISHOP: What will you do for me if I do?
WILLOW: Anything you need.
BISHOP: Are you naked?