As much as she loved the more aggressive, dominant Clint, when he laid back in submission she felt a certain thrill roll down her spine. It wasn’t a complete and utter relinquishment of control, his hips still rolling against hers, but she certainly wasn’t going to argue that, not when it felt so good.

Raising her head she playfully tapped one finger to her chin as if considering her options. She thought of pushing his shirt up, choosing somewhere less noticeable considering the meeting they had to attend tomorrow, but she knew his neck was one of the places that got to him the most, and he was offering it up in such a delectable way. Fuck everyone and everything else.

Descending on him again, she chose the spot that would mirror her own, smiling against him before drawing his skin softly into her mouth. “Mm, I think I’m going to like this ‘prize for winning’ thing,” she said, nipping at him before sucking softly again. It was almost unconscious when her hips started moving with his, and she let out a quiet moan.