"Of course not," he protests. But he helps her disrobe, taking over the buttons on her blazer once she starts nuzzling and kissing his throat. He would have liked her to continue, but being left wanting has its own edge. And if he remembers rightly...she enjoys him wanting her.

He doesn't go immediately for the warmth between her legs though. He helps settle her more securely on his lap, lips brushing over her ear tips, palming her breasts. And then his fingers make their lazy way to her crotch, skirting the outer edges of the vulva and rubbing gently to stimulate her before actually making contact.

"I want you, Irhya," he murmurs. "How would you like to have me...?"