Will You Be My Valentine?

[REMY GRAHAM]

"Ew, Remy! That's my mom!" Julie barked as she shoved his chest,making a soft, audible laugh spring from his throat. He liked getting a rise from her. "You're so gross. I don't ever want to think about my mom having sex with anyone." again Remy chuckled, but held his tongue from further crude comments about her mother in bed with him. Julie cringed and he pressed his hand at her stomach into herto pull her back gently. "She wouldn't want you anyway. As charming as you are, she despises the thought of you and me involved together at all." the comment suprised him. What would her mother know about them? Unless she'd been taling about him to her. The thought made him gloat silently. He turned his head to catch her gaze as se looked back at him, a brow arched as a smirk played at his arrogant lips. "She thinks you're a terrible influence and you're defiling her darling daughter." Julie giggled and he found he was really starting to enjoy that noise. "Well she's not exactly wrong.." he teased back softly.

"She likes older guys anyway. My stepdad is about five years older than her. Maybe she would dig your dad, though.." that wiped the grin from his face. "Don't be disgusting." He retaliated. At least her mother had sex appeal. His fathers sex appeal died with the sixties, like everything else. Julie's hand at his thigh eased him, or maybe it was the drugs. Or alcohol... or everything. "I wouldn't cross her if I were you. She may not look all that scary, but that woman will tear you to shreds if provoked.". His brows lowered as a devious smirk graced his handsome face, feeling as though she were dhallenging him. "Oops! Too late. You've crossed her by defiling me. Get ready to be torn to shreds, Remington." she teased and his smirk only grew as her own grew mischievous.

Remy wrapped his arms around Julie and twisted himself until they were laying on the bed and he was hovering over her. "Well if I'm going to be torn to shreds by your sexy motherfor defiling her daughter, I might as well do a thoough job first." He teased, grinning down at her before leaning in and playfully nipping her shoulder. He settled beside her, laying on his side as his elbow propped his head up to look down at her. His hand came back to her stomach, his movements more fluid now as he stroked from her pelvis to the bottom of her ribcage. His eyes wandered over her naked body, lingering at her taut nipples before they came back up to her baby blues. "What's your darkest fantasy?" He asked suddenly, genuinely curious. He grinned at the way the color crept up into her cheeks. "Everyone's got one, Jules.. I won't tell, and bsides.. how can i properly defile you without knowing what gets you hottest?" His hand slipped a little lower on its travels up and down her adomen, not quite touching her womanhood, but not terribly far from it either. His eyes stayed locked on hers, hungry for her answer.

[JULIE BRADY]

Remy’s arms tightened about Julie and she laughed gently, adoring the feeling. The sex, the booze, and the pot all had her completely relaxed and for a moment she felt safe pressed against Remy. Then he twisted them so she was lying beneath him on the bed, her arms wrapping around his shoulders. Every movement felt slightly delayed, the drugs slowing down the way her brain processed any action. She looked up into the icy blue of his eyes, wondering why she’d always been a little nervous to look into them. “Well if I’m going to be torn to shreds by your sexy mother for defiling her daughter, I might as well so a thorough job first.” She wrinkled her nose as she giggled, still not liking his comments on her mom being sexy. The disturbance disappeared when he leaned down and nipped at her shoulder, grinning at the playful gesture and turning her head to look at him some. He smelled like sex and smoke and shampoo. The man rolled off her and onto the bed beside her and her eyes watched his movements with lazy interest. She remained on her back, looking up at him as he stared down at her with his head propped up. The feel of his hand returning to her stomach and stroking gently made her smile more and little a tiny fire in her belly.

Normally Julie was shy about showing her body, hiding beneath the covers before the man beside her could really see all of her. For the moment it was different. Remy’s eyes were wandering over her naked body and the pot made it impossible to care. If anything it was exciting to see him so enthralled with her. Her own eyes looked over his form, muscled and toned but not overwhelming. She’d never really noticed how hairy he was, but she liked it—it suited the bear lounging beside her. Just as his eyes came back to hers, she met his gaze and gave a contented smile. “What’s your darkest fantasy?” The smile faded as her eyes widened and her cheeks instantly flushed. She wasn’t going to tell him that! His grin only made her flush more and her brow furrowed in dismay. “Everyone’s got one, Jules…I won’t tell, and besides…how can I properly defile you without knowing what gets you hottest?” Her cheeks only flushed more, his hand creeping toward her womanhood getting her heart pumping even though he didn’t go all the way. His eyes bearing into hers only made it harder to process the question and she scoffed a little as she looking up at the ceiling.

“Why do you always ask me questions I don’t want to answer?” she asked, playfully annoyed but smiling at her own embarrassment. One glance at him told her he was far too pleased with himself and she looked back at the ceiling, trying to hide her own smile. “I don’t know…” she said softly, pondering the question. “I’m not into S&M if that’s what you’re asking. Comments about me being a prude are unnecessary.” She gave him a little smirk before piecing the answer together again in her hazy mind. Any other time she would probably decline to answer, but right now she was easily pressured. “I guess having sex in the office. There’s been more than a few times I’ve imagined being taken by you on a desk.” The words came out before she could stop them and the whole of her freckled face and neck turned pink as she looked at Remy in sudden surprise, letting him know she hadn’t meant to say that. Then she laughed at her own candor, covering her face with both her hands. “Jesus Christ, I didn’t mean to tell you that!” she exclaimed, the words coming out muffled from behind her hands. When Remy actually managed to coax her out from behind her hands again, she was still flushed but smiling. Their eyes locked and she turned onto her side to look at him better, mimicking his position by propping her head up on her elbow. “So I told, now it’s your turn. What’s your darkest fantasy?” She probably should have been more nervous about the answer than she was, but she had asked the question and now she waited patiently for the answer.

[REMY GRAHAM]

It was hard not to be amused with the way Julie reacted to everything. She scoffed and stared at the ceiling, clearly uncomfortable with his probing question. “Why do you always ask me questions I don’t want to answer?” She asked, her tone annoyed and playful and his smirk grew devious. "Because they're the most fun." He countered and he could only beam when she glowered at him, desperate to hide the grin that was creeping at the corners of her lips. “I don’t know…” Remy rolled his eyes, expected nothing less from the girl, but when she opened her mouth again he payed close attention. “I’m not into S&M if that’s what you’re asking." It wasn't, but he was into a little bondage which could or could not be considered S&M depending on what he did.. "Comments about me being a prude are unnecessary.” He chuckled at her smirk. "My lips are sealed." He toyed back. “I guess having sex in the office. There’s been more than a few times I’ve imagined being taken by you on a desk.” The admission made him quirk a brow up. Had she, now? Funny, he'd fantasized the same thing..

Julie turned a deep pink and the look she gave him made it clear her confession hadn't been one she had wanted to share with him. She suddenly laughed and covered her face with her arms, making Remy's grin grow wider. “Jesus Christ, I didn’t mean to tell you that!” she exclaimed, and he let out a soft laugh. "But you did!" He insisted in a teasing voice, grabbing her wrists with one hand and tugging on them until she let him pull them free from her flushed face. Her smile made him smile wider once more, enjoying her company more with every passing second, and not in the sexual way he typically enjoyed women's company. She turned to the side, calming down from her faux pas and his hand slid from her stomach to her hip as their eyes stayed locked. “So I told, now it’s your turn. What’s your darkest fantasy?”

His darkest fantasy.. Remy wasn't interested in freaking Julie out completely with the deep, sexual desires he'd thought up over his years as a horn dog, but surely he could entertain her with some of his more mild fantasies. "I'd be lying if I said I hadn't imagined you sprawled out on my desk begging for my cock, but we both already knew that's been on my mind for about a decade now." His grin was a mischievous. "Is that my darkest fantasy? Not by a long shot, but if you're really interested in exploring my demons, I'd be happy to let you over time." He cooed, slipping his hand back and rubbing her rear gently. "I do like a little bondage, though." He offered. "Being in charge.. it's no secret I like power and authority, and that extends to the bedroom. Maybe we could explore that a little, too.." He suggested, his eyes deep on hers. "Maybe in my office." His grin was playful and wicked at the same time. "I wouldn't hurt you, Jules.. Ever. Just for the record, bedroom play is for fun only, and if you don't enjoy something I'm not interested in doing it with you, but I wouldn't be opposed to helping you find your boundaries if that's something you might be interested in.." He offered, squeezing her ass gently before letting his fingers trail back to her pelvis, his hand resting on the protruding bone.

[JULIE BRADY]

“I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t imagined you sprawled out on my desk begging for my cock, but we both already knew that’s been on my mind for about a decade now.” Julie grinned but rolled her eyes at Remy’s mischievous smile. At least she could breathe a sigh of relief that he wasn’t confessing some twisted dream of passion he had. “Is that my darkest fantasy? Not by a long shot, but if you’re really interested in exploring my demons, I’d be happy to let you over time.” She bit her lip, her heart skipping at the invitation. Did she want to know all of his demons? Yes, but she was terrified of how dark and twisted they might be. His hand slid over her rear and she glanced to his lips in longing, her own hand finding his hip and gliding along his side. “I do like a little bondage, though.” Her eyes snapped back to his, swallowing hard but the smoke in her head kept her from being as freaked out by that statement as she normally would be. “Being in charge…it’s no secret I like power and authority, and that extends to the bedroom. Maybe we could explore that a little, too…Maybe in my office.” Though her heart was pounding, eagerly hanging on his words, she had to ease into a smile at his suggestion. Of course he would take advantage of her fantasy. He’d probably torment her with it too. But she didn’t like the idea of pain…being dominated by Remy was fine, extremely hot actually, but she wasn’t about to let him start spanking her or stringing her up like a marionette. A light spank in the middle of sex was fine and playful and she always laughed when her men did that, but she wasn’t into the corporeal punishment. Was he?

“I wouldn’t hurt you, Jules…Ever. Just for the record, bedroom play is for fun only, and if you don’t enjoy something I’m not interested in doing it with you, but I wouldn’t be opposed to helping you find your boundaries if that’s something you might be interested in…” Again she bit her lip, considering his proposal. She was glad he wouldn’t hurt her, reassured by that statement. One large hand slid back and grabbed her ass, making her giggle as she instinctively moved away from his hand and closer to him. His fingers slid over her hip and she sighed as she considered him, her head nestling into the pillow. A smile crept across her lips as she looked up at him. “Well…I’m not into the whole corporeal punishment thing. Chains and whips do not excite me. But I don’t think I’d be opposed to exploring a little bit.” Her hand slid up to his cheek, smoothing back until it was in his hair and she gripped a handful. “And for the record, my safe word is going to be ‘indigo.’” She shrugged her shoulder playfully. “Just because.” Her head came off the pillow again as she pulled him closer, smiling as she glanced from his eyes to his lips. “But you’ve gotten me all hot talking about fantasies. I think the least you could do is kiss me.” Her smile grew just before their lips met, giggling gently as he kissed her. Julie was going to be very sore in the morning.

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