He was very good at pleasing women, he thought, as far as giving them what they wanted and being able to read them. The problem was that he was terribly awkward with dates and that sort of thing, so he'd never had much luck outside of school wooing girls - and nowadays he was a bit too busy to worry about that sort of thing anyway.
Desmond smiled slightly and brought his hands to her hips, stroking slowly. "You do deserve a prize, I think." He leaned in and pressed a kiss behind her ear, nibbling gently.
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