She put on a bit of an extra show, though it wasn’t difficult to fake. He stretched her out in all the right ways, and his hands were surprisingly soft as he grasped her waist and his fingers rubbed at the skin where the top of her skirt and bottom of her shirt met. Clearly, he wasn’t interested in much foreplay. The small amount of skin to skin contact set her on fire, and she craved more of his touch. Deftly, she tore at her white button down and the satisfying clink of small plastic buttons on stone floor filled the room.