Hemingway praised her with a soft groan, apparently getting far too much enjoyment out of the situation. "No. You like it too much for it to be real sadism," he insisted, giving her breast a slight squeeze as if to prove his point.
"Well. As long as we're having fun..." he murmured close to her lips. He kissed her hard, as footsteps and voices passed them by, completely unaware of their presence. "But unless you really want me to fuck you in an alleyway..." he started, only pulling back an inch to catch a breath rather than actually unpinning her.