His comment brought a warm, throaty laugh to her lips, offered up just before she straightened and turned beneath his hands. They were still on her hips, but the new position allowed her to lean back against the table, her hands against the wood, and look up at him. He looked satisfied, and that was always a pleasant sight to see in a lover. Especially one that she valued outside of the physical pleasure he could offer her.
"I think we could arrange that." A languid smile touched the corners of her mouth. "If I'm not already in trouble, of course." The comment was teasing, her tone utterly unconcerned. Surely her patrons weren't that traumatized.