No? *smiles against your lips, amused* And here I was yearning for the trappings of our business association. *and this is, of course, so much warm absurdity when he is reaching over to the bedside table, unwrapping the condom, rolling it on (if you were ever work, I'd rather not know it now)*
*cannot help but notice that you have not answered his question (unless you have, but he truly has no wish to upset you)* *mouths very lightly down the smooth, graceful line of your throat even as he slides one hand between your legs, fingers stroking slowly, effortlessly* And why do you not want to marry me?