Sophia laughed breathlessly against his skin, his flattery too much temptation to resist giving his buttons a good yank in response. Yes he said no marks on his skin, but he had yet to volunteer any more little rules and she was sure he had a servant or two who could stitch back on a few buttons.

“Mm, the clothes do make you look good,” she agreed absently, smothering his jawline with kisses. “I’ll forgive you for all the delay this has caused. Only because I enjoy your new cologne so much. You were really so thoughtful before you came to tonight’s show,” she teased.

Immediately her hands set about grazing his bare chest, quite satisfied with her ability to see the ripples of his muscle under pale skin, and because he had no other rules so far she could tweak his nipple with a salacious look. Ozy’s admitted distractions had shocking consequences to her insides, it poured an intense heat like molten lava down her center. Even if it was just flattery, he certainly had an excellent sense of timing for delivery.

Sophia returned his compliment with a deep kiss first, where their tongues danced and she endeavored to draw out his breathlessness. When they finally broke apart, it was only so Sophia could arch her body into him and create a gap between her back and the door. She fussed irritably with the laces along her back. “I could feel your eyes on me,” Sophia confided back, her bright blue gaze bore into his expression as her fingers worked behind her back. “Your look made me want to impress you, it made me take my highest jump yet. Your effect on me is… profound.” The sort of thing that became an addiction if one wasn’t careful.

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