He stops by the doorway, leans on the wall again and pulls on his cigar, taking a moment to appreciate the view. She makes a pretty picture and he can feel himself start to heat, the anticipation stepping up a notch. After a moment, when his eyes rake over her, up and down, he turns back and locks the door behind them.

The cigar gets stubbed out, and somewhere on the way over to her the waistcoat hits the floor and the rest of his shirt buttons get flicked open. His hands come to rest lightly on her shoulders befores sliding down her arms and stopping on her hips.

'Sure this time?'