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.
He grinned and curled his free hand around her hip. “Sounds like a good plan to me.” The elevator dinged as it opened to the penthouse, and he backed her out. He set the boxes down on the nearest table, and cupped her jaw with his now free hand, so he could lean down to kiss her.
Summer made a contented noise, sliding her arms around his neck. She pulled away just long enough to say, “Pick me up,” and then plunged back in, twining her tongue with his. All she could think was how much she loved him. One hand slid up into his hair, tugging gently.