"No."
Her uniform already unzipped down to her naval, Dixie tried to wiggle free, her hips pinned to the hard floor by Jay's weight astride her. The younger woman twirled her knife with a smirk and trailed it up the exposed flesh, catching the tip under her bra between her breasts.
"Don't you dare," Dixie bucked ineffectually. "This is my favorite bra."
Snick! Jay leaned in and pressed a warm kiss to Dixie's down-turned mouth.
"I'll buy you a new one."