A small groan emanated from her throat as he trailed his fingers up and down her spine and bit at her bottom lip. Standing up and walking with him, Fanny pouted at John. Did he really think she'd do something so unoriginal and mediocre? His wink gave her hope that he didn't think so lowly of her talents as an artist. Finally her nerves were calmed when he suggested she give him some sketches and ideas. He trusted her. She shouldn't have been so quick to jump to conclusions.
Spinning back into him, she smiled up at him. Fanny brought her hand to his jaw and cupped it gently. "That makes me a very happy woman. I'd hate to have to give up your body. Have I ever told you how much of a sucker I am for an Adonis belt? Why do you think I enjoy licking across yours so much?"
When he kissed her lips again and pulled back, she leaned forward and nipped at his bottom lip. Fanny bit just hard enough to draw a little blood. Licking it away, she smirked and grabbed his hand pulling him towards the exit. "I'm always giddy about your body. Just that now, it'll a part of me forever etched into it."