"You keep touching like that and the merchandise in your pants is going to be the only pay off I'm gonna be thinking about, girl."<br/><br/>His voice was a low, hissed whisper through clenched teeth.  She knew how to tease him; they had gone through this ritual many times before and he doubted tonight's method of passing time was going to be the last time her expert fingers, made for killing as well as pleasing, would dance over the front of his various parts of anatomy.  His own hands were hardly ideal as she started to wander over the front of his body, drifting down her slender waist and around to grasp her firm, round ass.  There was always something alluring and distracting about the way Jenn walked, her hips swaying back and forth like a drifting ship lost in a storm.  He could watch her walk like that for hours.<br/><br/>The thought wasn't the only thing making him harder than titanium.  They shared that silent, hungry look once again before his lips were on hers passionately while his hands worked under her tank top and ran over her soft breasts, encased in a lacy bra.<br/><br/>"You gonna keep wearing those clothes or do I need to cut the fucking things off?"