The truth was, it'd been way too long. As sick as he was, Tony Stark was a man with needs.
Maybe he could finagle this. His shirt was thick enough to hide the veins if he could keep it on.
Hard and fast it'd have to be. He all but pounced her on the couch, hands moving under her skirt. "In way too damn long, I think. Agreed? I know, my fault. Don't worry, I'm good at fixing my mistakes."