She asked him to help with her zipper. As soon as he saw that she had chosen to wear a collar in lieu of pearls, he had no intention of taking her anywhere that night. The fact that she had neglected to don any undergarments only cemented his resolve. He pulled her to him and inhaled her intoxicating scent: jasmine and vanilla and something he couldn’t put his finger on. He started to nibble at her shoulder as he exposed them, slipping her sleeves down ever so slightly. She attempted to protest but he put her arms down; she obeyed and left them limp.

One hand grasped at her ass firmly as he continued to kiss her up her neck. The view of the curve of her delicate spine all the way down to the small of her back was stirring him up - with the other hand he pulled at her hair and she bit back another moan of protest. He bit at her earlobe and growled in response, pulling her dress down further.

She felt almost guilty, knowing he was in a manner of speaking playing right into her hands. She had no intention of going to that dinner party. And now it was cemented; they weren’t going anywhere. Not tonight. She would probably pay, but it was going to be worth it…