Those hands were made for a lot more than-- okay, no they really were made for touching.

Still, it's all a bit absurd: she's about two hundred percent too hard to sound like anything even closely resembling a threat-- but then again it's Charlie, and delicate as he is underneath those woven layers of muscle, he's soft as a bloody lamb.

"Oh yeah. Definitely." Chloe huffs, tugging away her loose, slinky little shirt and tossing it off to one side as her fingers latch onto the waistband of his trousers yet again. Tugs once, twice, third's a charm and she's got them just an inch or so past the high curve of his ass. "Didn't I tell you? I got a new job as a dominatrix while you were gone."