"Oh, you're ... you're going to have to wear suits for no reason at home. Or I can think of a reason. Either way. You're getting one at home." She bit her lip and grinned. He really did manage to look even more gorgeous in the suit; pinstripes elongated already deliciously long limbs and made him look even more lithe.
She let her hand work his zipper down, small fingers moving underneath his clothes, dipping into his boxers to pull him out. She blessed bench seats and wondered why they didn't have them anymore as she got onto all fours, looking up at him from beneath the brim of the fedora. "Be good and don't wreck us," she murmured, voice husky and low. She leaned forward and ran her tongue along him, praying that they wouldn't get arrested or anything.