Her legs were already splayed open over his, but that didn't stop her from opening them further, not just in invitation to his fingers but something almost like entreaty. It had been a very long time since she had wanted something - someone - with this intensity. This fervor.

"The only negotiation on location," she said to him, turning her face towards his once more, "is whether we stay in this chair or you bend me over the table."

Their dinner was done, the dessert far enough away it would be spared harm if they decided to shove everything out of the way to make room.

The fabric of her negligee slithered along her body as she pushed it upwards, leaving her bare. At the same time, her teeth caught his bottom lip before her tongue flicked over it to soothe the sting.