The feel of Ozy’s hands intoxicated her enough on their own, so she was pulled easily into his lap. She let out a small contented sigh as his breath ghosted over her neck.

“Let me see…” Sophia murmured, head tilted as she glanced around for the clock. It was nearly midnight. “Either he will arrive in about an hour, or he won’t come back here at all tonight,” she mused. “Odds are… fifty-fifty.”

Sophia reached forward to set aside his glass on the table before she turned to drink in the sight of him. Her smile curled into something mischievous because he asked for an encore.

“Ozymandias,” his full name rolled off her to tongue in playful shock. “Are you always this insatiable? Or am I just so lucky this evening?” She shifted gently in her seat, her glass balanced in hand as she moved one of her legs to straddle him on the chair.

“We can barricade ourselves in here,” she punctuated her teasing suggestion with a soft kiss near his ear, which she whispered into, “This would make it so that I cannot come into this room again without thinking of your naked body in this armchair, and the things you’ve done to me here.” She already had a few choice images in her mind’s eye, but it never hurt to expand one’s range. Though confident in what they could accomplish with an hour and their ability to stall intruders, she didn’t know Oz well enough to assume he would also enjoy the thrill. She would hate to cut a good thing short prematurely (again).

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