“Oh, I don’t,” she shrugged. “The only way to know is to try. I figure, if I tie your hands behind your back, or maybe to the bed, and all you can do is watch, it ought to get a pretty good reaction even if you don’t beg.” Her face heated a little, thinking about it. “Would you like to be busy tonight, Tony?”
Tony shifted his grip on the steering wheel and glanced at her again. That was definitely an idea with more than a little merit. He cleared his throat. “Ah—yeah. Not really a question that needs to be asked.” The car approached the tower, and Tony turned it into the drive and down into the garage. Once parked, he slid out, and stepped over to the passenger side to open it with an exaggerated bow and a sweeping gesture.
The whisper of his interest in the back of her mind was sweet as chocolate on her tongue. Following Tony’s lead, with an attempt at a sultry smile, she stepped out of the car. One hand reached out to caress his arm, and then she couldn’t wait any longer, and pulled his head down to give him the passionate kiss for gratitude.
There was a short laugh as she pulled him down, before it was rather justifiably muffled and silenced. He kept it brief, though, leaning away and collecting the leftovers from the car. “There’s a penthouse, you know. It’s got a bed and everything. I hear it’s much better for these sorts of shenanigans,” he pointed out, and ushered her towards the elevator.
Summer didn’t bother to reply, just stepped into the elevator and pushed Tony up against the back wall. “Penthouse, Jarvis.” She went after the vest buttons with single-minded intensity, followed by the knot on his tie.