The movement carried the easy possessiveness of a woman who had already decided exactly how the rest of the evening was going to go, and had absolutely no intention of negotiating about it.
Anyways, Stan had secretly been hoping she'd do exactly this, so moment Sophie settled into his lap facing him, he felt the soft warmth of her ass against him, relaxed and sweet in a way that instantly eased the last of the tension from his shoulders.
"Hi there," she whispered with a playful little smile, her arms sliding comfortably around his neck.
Stan's hands settled naturally at her waist, thumbs brushing lightly against the silk fabric hugging her figure.
"This is dangerously good service."
Sophie giggled softly.
"Only the best for my man."
She picked up a piece of chicken with her fork, blowing gently on it before bringing it toward his mouth.
"Open up, big baby ~"
Stan laughed under his breath and accepted the bite, his eyes never leaving hers.
