**Hotel**<br/><br/>A flash of a grin that Gary couldn't see, but he could feel it as Charity's lips pressed against the skin of his neck. They were soft, smooth, and very warm, only lightly wet, teasingly so. His companion softly sucked at his throat, then drew away for a moment, her breath gentle but hot in his ear.<br/><br/>"What do you think?"<br/><br/>One of her hands lifted from the back cushion of the couch and pressed firmly against the flat of his chest, wrinkling the cloth of his shirt as she curled her fingers and jerked him a little closer by his clothes. Charity shifted her weight slightly, setting her knees on each side of the man's legs and straddling his lap. She didn't lower herself to sit on him, but remained hovering above his body, tormenting him.