[ She presented such delectable ideas to him, making it hard for him to just pick one. He was ambitious in all things, yes, but with her, that ambition threatened to overwhelm him. It made him want to experience everything that he could, and as his hand caressed her rear, he couldn't help but feel a pang of frustration that he would even need to choose in the meantime.

There was no need to choose in the end, of course. There would be plenty of opportunities to tie her up, tear her clothing away, and do exactly as she had suggested. Her other suggestion was more immediate, and it promised faster relief for the stiffening erection that already pressed against her hip. ]

Perhaps I should finger you right here, then... to see how much we can truly get away with.

[ His hand slid downward, surreptitiously seeking the edge of fabric so that his fingers could slide beneath her skirt. There had always been a curiosity to him, an interest in risky, forbidden trysts with the risk of discovery being all too real. Reira, though, had a way of making those lines between what was best left to fantasy and what could be reality a bit less well-defined for him.

He leaned in to brush his lips against her jaw, and his voice dropped into a dark, breathy whisper, meant for her ears alone. ]

Perhaps we should have a plan... in case we really are discovered.