"What if I'm commando?"
"Even better," she mutters.
"You do realize this is objectification, right?"
She lifts her gaze briefly. "You asked how you could make the view better and I showed you. No one said you had to keep your shirt off."
I stretch an arm across the back of the couch and spread my legs. Her gaze drops.
"What about my view?"
She gestures to the TV. "You can always change the channel if it's a problem."
"I'm not talking about the TV."
She looks down at what she's wearing, stretches her legs and wiggles her toes. "I'm not wearing socks, so your view is fine."
"I don't think we're even here." I gesture to my chest and then motion to her.
Ruby fingers the strap of her tank. "You mean this?"
I quirk a brow and wait.
She doesn't look away as she lowers her hands to the hem. I stop breathing. I stop moving. I stop everything. That camisole, the one that barely hides anything anyway, rises up, up, up, exposing her belly ring and she keeps going until it's over her head and on the floor. She's braless. We're totally even now.
I push up off the couch as she struggles to bring the footrest back up. I straddle the chair and her legs, forcing her to make space for my knees.
"I'm not sure this chair can handle both of us." She palms my erection through my shorts.
The tinkle of a bell draws our gazes away from each other for a second. Francesca has found one of her toys and seems to want to play. She'll have to wait her turn.
"I guess we're about to find out how much it can take." I put one hand on the backrest, pushing to make it recline. "Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to do this?"
"Do what?" She slides one hand up my chest.
"Fuck you in this chair. I wanted to do it that first night you were here."
"Is that right?" She hooks her feet around my waist.
"It is. I wanted to bend you over, yank these fucking shorts down, and find out exactly what it was like to be inside you." The backrest seems to be stuck. I push harder and all of a sudden it drops back with a huge crack and we land in a heap on the floor, with me on top of Ruby.
She looks around, startled. Francesca bounds past us, down the hall toward our bedroom.
"Huh. In my imagination we got a lot further than this though."
"You killed my chair!"
"Your chair was too fragile." I kiss her neck.
"I love this chair."
I lift my head. "More than me?"
She makes a noise and gives me a look. She's perfectly annoyed.
"If this chair can't even withstand my love for you it's worthless anyway. I'll get you a new one. Or we can use that one-" I motion to the one that's still intact. The huge chair we can both fit in. The one we can screw in comfortably.
"I think you broke my chair on purpose."
"Untrue. If you hadn't started taking off my clothes and then your clothes, your chair might very well still be in one piece." I drop my head and kiss the tip of her nipple.
Her hand goes into my hair, gripping tight to keep me there, her voice is breathy now. "I knew I should've moved it to my apartment."
I move to her other nipple. "What would be the point since you're not going to be there much longer."
"I still have"-she gasps when I bite gently-"some time on the sublet."
I push up on one arm so I can look at her. "You don't have to stay until the sublet is up. Besides, my place is closer to the theater."
"By all of five minutes."
"Why can't you make this easy for me? Does everything have to be hard?"
She smiles and tightens her legs around my waist, pulling me closer until my erection is pressed against her.
"I like hard things."
I ignore the comment, although it isn't easy. "I want you to move back in."
Her smile drops a little. "I thought we were waiting until the sublet is up."
"Do you want to wait until then?"
"Well, it's been the plan." She plays with the hair at the nape of my neck. It's what she does when we're having conversations she's unsure of.
We're still lying sprawled out on the floor. I push up onto my knees, which causes another huge crack and the top and bottom of the chair separate completely. At least there's absolutely no way to fix it now.
"Are you committed to sticking to the plan?" I fold back on my knees and rearrange her until she's sitting in my lap.
She glances at the broken chair beside us on the floor and nudges the top with her toe. "I don't have to be."