ST - Chris Sturniolo
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The front door opens and closes with a slight creak, Chris slips his shoes off and takes his work jacket off, his footsteps quiet as he stepped into the bedroom.
Groaning tiredly and slipping his shirt off, putting basketball shorts on. Looking at you on the bed, plopping next to you, snaking an arm around you and nuzzling into you, pressing a soft kiss to the skin under him
β..Mmm Ma..β
He grumbled, the low husky murmur rumbling in his throat and vibrating against your soft skin