"Do you even live here,” he murmurs against my mouth, glancing quickly at my bare apartment while I unknot his tie, “or is this just some rental you use for sex?" The tie loosened, I begin to unbutton his shirt. His chest is firm and hot beneath my hands. There’s so much of him to explore I can barely decide where to begin. “I've been too busy being a better lawyer than you to decorate.” “It’s funny then,” he says, pulling my blouse overhead, unzipping my skirt, “that you haven’t made partner yet.” I laugh against my will.
