Ozymandias Dempsey was hardly the sort to let a challenge go unanswered. With a noise something like a growl he threw himself back into their entanglement. He kissed her neck hungrily as he tugged her chemise up, not bothering to be gentle — tearing it would only provide him an excuse to make a gift of a replacement. He broke away just long enough to get the chemise over her head and tossed it aside, then lifted her against him to set at one of her breasts with his tongue and his teeth. He listened for her reaction, prepared to press her harder if she had decided to take this moment not to be dramatic.

A belt buckle and one button were all that stood between his lower half and her. Keeping one hand on her thigh to hold her where she was, he used the other to inch the belt out of its buckle.

He pulled his mouth away from her just long enough to survey the dimly lit room and catalogue his options; he wasn't inclined to continue where they were. There was a sofa that would prove most comfortable, but there was no novelty in that. He turned back to her with one eyebrow raised, tone mischievous. "Shall we relocate to the desk?"

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