"Other things?" She whispers her eyes on his luscious lips. "Like what?"
She watched him close her eyes and then open it again. He was still the same Ambrose she had been talking to. For some reason, she had in a little part of her mind expected it to be the other one. Maybe he was rubbing off on this Ambrose or he has always been like this, but the way he is looking at her, groping her breast and rubbing her nipples through the clothing, his raw emotions all over his face and the slight move of hips to grind into hers, made him look slightly like the carefree Ambrose who had placed her over the table and spanked her.
"If we go back home, do you promise to let me do things to you?" Was what he first asks.
"Things like?" She wanted to know. She had to brace herself for it.
"Can I eat you?" He asks, his tone almost pleading. "Pleasseee.." he begs.
