"Not now Fiona I am trying to figure out the differential between …" His words were silenced by her rosy lipstick smeared lips pressing hard into his own mouth.
"Please?" He sighs as tossing the notebook of equations to the far corner of the desk, allowing his hand to reach under the back of her shirt.
"You know I'm not going to survive much longer if you keep doing this to me."
"I think it helps keeps you young Tad, plus don't deny it - you love it." His response was swallowed on her tongue as she leaned into him once more.