Pree smiled into the kiss, pulling back only to say, "Sunshine, that's what my belt is for." Rope would have worked far better, but leather would do in a pinch. Not that Pree was bringing it up now with any real designs on Dieter's wrists - maybe later, who could say? - because one kiss hardly counted as punishment.
Two got them that much closer. Three, with a pause in between so Pree could tug Dieter into his arms and roll on top of him? Closer still. He knew quite well what he was doing when he took Dieter's hands in his and pressed them into the bed above their heads. "Still on the same page?" he asked, lips tingling.