She smiled, slowly, almost predatory really as she watched his face closely. She played with his collar, resuming her dance and rolling her hips against his. She bent her mouth to his ear. "Are you sure?"
This was the best part for her, why she even did this, week in and week out. Just knowing from his body language that the words that actually escaped his lips were lies. The body never lied. Her hands dropped away as she pulled back and then she placed both on the wall behind him, one on each side of his head as she rocked her hips against him again, and yet again.
She wanted to make him so hard he begged for the rest, that he gave in to his urges and grabbed her. And, if nothing else, she'd settle for getting him to come in his pants. That would be interesting.