He returned to her nonchalantly, removing his shirt and binder on the way, like that made some sort of difference in this whole mess of things. Really, he just liked the idea of showering her with attention and that she might scrape her fingers teasingly against his skin in the midst of it, with no barrier to stop her.

At the side of the table, he picked up the chocolate sauce, considering the bottle of it contemplatively for a moment, and then Adaline's soft, fair skin. Slowly, he tilted her chin back so there was a sloping line from her head to her hips.

"Are you particularly fond of these panties, or should I take them off for you?"