He didn't mind all the lace too much, he just nuzzled it out of the way. A grin turned against her skin. "Part of me wants to say buttons, just so I could yank them a part and send little bitty buttons scattering. But no underwear at all has it's advantages too." Dean teased.
His fingers traced over her hip. He was really liking the feel of the silk. They followed along to the sides of her swollen belly. A warm little smile playing over his lips at the soft pat he'd felt.
"I don't know. I don't mind the servant angle. Might be a good excuse to explore other parts of the house."