His hand brushed up the side of her arms. "How are your headaches?" he asked with genuine concern in his voice.
As she chided him for being far too chaste, his hand instantly reached up for a grope of her breast, his lips nipping at her ear. "Have I ever fucked you across this desk before?" he wondered aloud in a voice that matched her sultry tone.
The grin on his face told her he wasn't kidding. "Luckiest kid in the world. Nearly six, and he's got his own pub and brothel."
His mouth dropped at her comments. "Now, now. I was actually thinking I should be doing a stringent quality control check. I'd hate for there to be any inferior service."