If things did happen faster than desired, Maxine was all for a second try. And a third, if the second was good. The smile Logan gave her after she removed both their shirts endeared her a little, and Maxine smiled back faintly. As Logan began touching her breasts Maxine moaned again and grazed her teeth against his jaw. Her hand moved down his torso to the crotch of his pants and Maxine massaged him there softly before tightening her legs around Logan to kick her boots off her feet. It was force of habit, though she'd had sex with shoes on before.
Right about now Maxine was thinking of how to remove both their jeans without moving elsewhere. She pulled back from Logan briefly to look around, and briefly pondered sliding everything off the table as if they were in a movie, but she didn't think the team would appreciate that - and, well, neither would she, in hindsight. With a shrug Maxine went back to kissing Logan intently, undoing his belt at the same time.