A sharp inhale as Jade's hand found the hard ridge in his trousers. Henry's eyes, which had been greedily taking in the sight of Jade before him, narrowed with hungry intent. The game was pleasing to play, as it always was, but Henry was finding it more difficult to keep playing with every passing minute.
"That should definitely be attended to, you're right," he agreed.
Henry leaned back far enough that he had room to work the belt and fastens of his leather pants. They were open quickly, but would only slip down a few inches. "As much as I hate to say it, Jade, I think you'll have to move a bit... or give me a hand."