Oh yes. [It comes out breathy and low, the hand that isn't skimming her cheek tightening on the couch cushion beside him as if he needs to ground himself before she takes him over the edge entirely.] I would, Ms. Stacy, you're being so good to me but that's what happens to greedy girls...

[This is so much more than he'd expected, and he wants to draw it out and he wants her to finish him off, everything at once. He takes a breath, slow and a little ragged, and:] Are you going to be bad, Ms. Stacy, and make me come right now?