'Not dying, you say?' he asked, smirking deviously at her.
'So I can stop?' he added and removed his fingers from her, resting his hand on her groin.
A weak smile spread his lips as he remembered indeed how he had felt the first time he had watched Irene walk into the...
His words were what finally caused her to relax somewhat, her small smile coming back, her hair strewn across his chest...