looks that kill

A position as a live in nanny wasn't exactly what Ava had been looking for at the beginning, but soon, she began to see the benefits of it all. Things between her and them had gotten heated up quickly, first she walked in on them taking a shower, it was all an accident, or at least they called it that. Then she was sunbathing topless on her free day when the kids were away, and sooner than later this had become a normal thing in between them. By now the kids were asleep in bed and she was finishing cleaning up the kitchen, putting the dishes away when she felt familiar hands roaming all over her body, pushing her against the counter and slowly sliding under her skirt. She wasn't wearing any panties, having taken them off earlier, expecting them to do exactly what they were doing now. "I've been thinking about you all day." Ava whispered without looking back at them.

He knew he was a walking cliche, but didn't his wife earn some of the responsibility for hiring Ava of all people? James knew he was fucked the moment he'd laid eyes on the younger woman. If he didn't know any better, he would've thought it was a test — one he was now failing spectacularly. It was a routine at this point: Ava tucked the boys into bed while James retreated to his office, where he waited until Audra disappeared to their bedroom for her nightly white wine and ambien combo, and then all bets were off. Tonight, he'd found Ava in the kitchen, taking care of the last remaining evidence of dinner. James wasted no time. His hands were on her, hips pressed against her backside to crowd her against the counter, lips dragging along the smooth column of her neck. "Mm, is that right?" he breathed as his hands dipped beneath her skirt. A low groan escaped against her skin upon discovering the distinct lack of fabric, and one hand immediately slid around her hip to dip between her thighs. His fingers teased her warm folds as his hips ground his stiffening length against her perky backside. "And I'm sure it's all been nothing short of appropriate." he murmured with a teasing smirk.

MIKA ABDALLA photographed by Jordan Rossi for Hunter Magazine

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Carla Gugino as Daisy "Jett" Kowalski 1x01 ✿ Daisy

(SDKFHJDS I just got an ask about this topic lmao)

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"Last night was great. I'd love to do that again."

Jesse was still in his bed, propped up on his elbows as he watched her with a sleepy, satisfied smirk. "Well, I mean...I'm not exactly busy right now."

Jessica Chastain for emmys magazine.

"I —" Her breath stutters in the back of her throat, alcohol and proximity a damn near lethal cocktail to the blonde's addled senses. Heat is all that Ash can feel, spreading through her veins like conquest as she stands there trapped between their body and the pool table. (She should have made them leave at last call.) "I'm trying to be good here." She's trying to remind herself as much as she's telling them. "Do the right thing..." Not that it stops her stark blue eyes from falling to their mouth or the incessant burning in her palms that's urging her to grab and have. She hasn't been with anyone since being incarcerated, all that drive and laser focus spent on getting her life back together and now...this.

"Hey now, I want you to be good, too. Matter-a-fact, I'm hopin' you'll be a real good girl for me, darlin'." Dex murmured with a cocky smirk, noting the way her gaze drifted to his lips. "Tell me you're not thinkin' about it." His brow quirked expectantly. He leaned in, crowding her against the pool table as his breath mingled with hers. "Tell me you don't remember what my cock feels like. Tell me you haven't thought about it once these last couple years." His own hungry gaze trailed down to her lips and his tongue dragged across his own. He was already hard, already eager for the girl he'd said goodbye to once upon a time. "Tell me you're not thinkin' about it right. Fuckin'. Now."