The man’s gaze slid once more down those smooth, springy handfuls that in private he could leer at, handle, suck, tease and torment, masturbate all over with a groaning splat anytime he liked—but which now in public were sacrosanct and agonizingly off-limits. “I, uh…” He swallowed. “I believe so,” he murmured unsteadily.
“Well, by the way,” she shrugged, “regarding my research, there were some, ah…points of interest I wanted to show you later.” She blinked down the pale plane of her chest at the fiercely crinkled thimbles of fire pushed up through the teasingly thin silk, then smiled innocently.
The academic pursed his lips judiciously. “Sensitive matters?” he prodded her in quiet tones, his face warm.
Despite herself, she shivered slightly. “Very,” she whispered, almost pleadingly.
