"That's what I'm doing, isn't it?" she lied, unable to voice her wants out loud.
At the thought of him having to work so much harder than her to travel, she wanted to do something for him. He always did things for her and she felt it was time to return the favor.
"Perhaps I'm the one misreading…" he trailed off with his voice strained.
There were few times those days when she was the one making Desmond nervous. Since the tables had turned in her favor, she was taking advantage.
The feeling of being powerful over someone so strong was like nothing in the world. Seeing Desmond so taken with her made her believe she was the most desirable person in the world for that moment.
Since she was on her knees in front of him, she undid the buttons of his pants, finding it difficult because of the strain they were under.
