She had to laugh. “We’ll get back to the issue of flight later, I think. I wouldn’t even try to match you drink for drink, Mr Stark.” Summer sauntered over to him, putting a little extra sway in her step under the long circle skirt she wore. She looked up, enjoying the near-foot of height difference. “How would you like to begin?”
“So I owe you one for a race, challenge, whatever you want to call it. We’ll have to set the stakes though…keep it interesting. And that’s a shame, because I know I’d win…but you might’ve ended up with alcohol poisoning if you were insane enough to take me up on that offer. That just leaves sex, and that might be my favorite of the three.” Tony’s eyes followed her hips, almost mesmerized by her stride as she approached him. Biting his bottom lip, he slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer. “Why don’t we just see where this takes up?”
“Hmmm, I like that idea. A race, in the morning when you’ve worn me out? Or perhaps it’ll be the reverse, as you struggle to manage your suit after a night without sleep?” Summer let the laugh run low in her throat, sliding her hand up the arm wrapped around her. Her voice dropped to a murmur as she added, “Or we can skip flight entire and stick with sex. If you’re good enough.”
“Sleep is for the weak—I could stay up all night and still beat your ass. Whether or not you would be able to compete is up for debate though.” He quirked an eyebrow at her gutsy statement of if he was ‘good enough.’ “I think I’ll have to prove my worth here, just to keep my reputation intact.” He tilted his head, staring down at her with a bemused smirk, just inches from her face.
“Oh, a lady doesn’t kiss and tell, Mr Stark. Have no fear for your reputation.” Her eyes darkened under the wash of his emotions. “If you’re proving your worth, shall I be submissive, then? Beg for your attentions? Or do your prefer a girl who knows her own mind?” This time she scratched her nails back down his arm over the fabric of his shirt.