Oh, does Kenzi ever have his attention. Setup for a cheap porno or not, she looks so damn good in that outfit. Rumlow's gaze rakes over her, pupils already growing wide in want. Knowing she's done all this for him, dressed up in this slutty little number, walked through the building, the corporation she hates, just to be here now? Fuck, he loves it. Heat coils in his gut and Rumlow glances back towards the door. Kenzi's shut it, but Rumlow knows someone in his chain of command could still come in. Interrupt.
Which is why, when she starts toeing at his chair, Rumlow's lips lift into a smirk. He rolls back, fingers drumming on the armrests. Plenty of room under his desk for her to fit. Wouldn't be the first time he'd done shit like this at work, but it's a first for Brimstone.
"Always got time for you, sweetheart," he says, turning his hand to beckon with a crooked finger. He leans back in his chair, shirt lifting slightly, revealing a strip of toned stomach.
His eyes stray down to her thighs, the amount of ass he can see, seated on the edge of his desk. That skirt doesn't cover much. Rumlow's already wondering how best he could get his fingers up inside her without anyone seeing. Maybe he ought to just bar the door.
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Which is why, when she starts toeing at his chair, Rumlow's lips lift into a smirk. He rolls back, fingers drumming on the armrests. Plenty of room under his desk for her to fit. Wouldn't be the first time he'd done shit like this at work, but it's a first for Brimstone.
"Always got time for you, sweetheart," he says, turning his hand to beckon with a crooked finger. He leans back in his chair, shirt lifting slightly, revealing a strip of toned stomach.
His eyes stray down to her thighs, the amount of ass he can see, seated on the edge of his desk. That skirt doesn't cover much. Rumlow's already wondering how best he could get his fingers up inside her without anyone seeing. Maybe he ought to just bar the door.