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.Whether to let them pretend they had something like privacy or just because he wanted nothing to do with the current activities, Jarvis remained silent as the elevator began to rise. Tony batted Summer’s hands aside, to deftly tug his tie off with one hand for her.
“I want to fill your schedule tonight, Mr Stark,” she teased, taking his free hand to kiss the palm. She took the tie away, looping it around her neck and reaching to undo the button at his throat. One gentle finger traced along the neat edges of his goatee.