Summer tilted her head back against the wall, returning his grin. “I’m not an exhibitionist, darling.” She shuddered under his mouth. “What, you really think the sex is the only reason I missed you? Idiot.” One hand threaded into his hair, nails scraping against his scalp.
Pietro smiled, “I never said anything about people seeing us, just in a place they might. It’s one of my turn-ons Summer,” he said biting down on her neck harder and sucking down. ”Well isn’t it? And don’t be rude while I’m doing this. It’s not nice.”
“I don’t — ooh — know where you got the idea that I was /nice/,” she muttered, knees going weak. “But no, dearest darling beloved Pietro, the sex is most definitely not the only reason I missed you. If I just wanted sex, albeit spectacular sex, I would pay for it.” She pulled his head back a little bit by the hair. “And we are not doing this outside.”