Jonas shuddered, and his eyes fluttered shut. "I. Yes. I. " His tongue darted out to wet his lips. "Mercedes. Yes, all that. I'd like. I'd like you to put me down. Mark me, keep me there. I'd like to put my mouth on you, taste you. I. Oh god, I like to play hard."
He shifted, pulling his legs under him, up into a kneeling position, hands behind his back. Head suddenly up, and eyes bright.
He half-gasped a laugh, as he slowly felt more relaxed, less wound tight in this position, "I don't usually make a habit of this type of conversation in my lunch hour, honestly ma'am." He was also eternally grateful for the the seemingly quiet spot they'd found in the park.