I chuckle softly around a lungful of smoke before exhaling. I don't even need to answer that question, he already knows he's going to give up. Give in. Let me have my way.

Not that he won't enjoy it, I mean, what I have in mind will be pleasant for me, but much more amazing for him.

I rest my hand on his leg, gripping lightly, fingers kneading just slightly at the inward side of his thigh. "It's eleven at night, who the hell else would come up here?"