She had a good laugh and he smiled in response, watching as she actually climbed onto the table and removed her top and bra.
"We can empty it," Jeff said, licking his lips, eyes taking her in as he grabbed the hem of his T-shirt. He pulled it over his head and tossed it aside. He wasn't bulky, but he was fit. His mother kept trying to feed him meat, but fish was as far as he'd take it.
Jeff wondered how strong the table was, if it would continue to take her weight. He raised one eyebrow and asked, his voice low, "You do plan on sharing the champagne, don't you?"