Well, maybe if she wore this so called sweater before... because damn it was eye catching. She had the body for it too. Also, his coming home from partying helps a bit. Throwing caution to the wind is so much easier when you're buzzed and feeling great.

It would also have saved him from having to mentally evaluate people at a club when all he needed to do was sneak down to the guest quarters for a bit. Damn.

His name though. Hearing it on her lips like that, in a half hissed plea. He actually groaned, a deep pleased sound right into her thigh. Eyes peeking up at her as she lost it, biting her own finger to hold back sound. What he wouldn't give to just make her plead out loudly with out holding back.

He worked her fast and hard, grinning into her leg as he watched and felt her come undone. That shuddered curse was damned cute too. Why the hell hadn't he broken that first rule sooner? If she did try to pull away from his hand he'd give a bit of chase a moment, but he was pleased to see her ride though it and already requesting his room.

He pulled back, drawing his hand to his lips, taking a quick taste before his other hand pulled her panties back into proper place. Standing he let both hands pull her sweater dress down over her hips again, and lingered there, resting heavy on either side as he got to his feet in full. He leaned forward, dark eyes staring her in the face.

"I'm going to make you regret that request, you know. I have good stamina." he winked. "This way." but instead of guiding her there, he leaned down and looped a hand around her hip, hoisting her up so she was backwards over his shoulder. A boyish grin on his face, his hand on her but and, if there were no major protests, he was going to cart her off.