His eyes closed, fingers brushing up and down along her leg and teasing the hem; Montague made a sound of contentment at her words, smirking slightly as their lips meshed together. He was enjoying the contact, and the very thought of using the study as a point of reference... but part of his enjoyment was in the game, and it had been even longer since they'd played games.
It was a little difficult to pull away from such fantastic lips, particularly as they tried to fondly the skin of his neck; but Montague brush thumbs over knuckles before dropping her hands completely and only barely contained a laugh at the look on her face when they were no longer touching.
"It is Don's home, it would be rude of us to use the study so insensitively." Montague said with a half smirk, trying to contain his amusement and his own lust.