"As I said, I've never had a complaint."

She's out of his lap so smoothly it feels like an obscene form of magic, bending and teasing, letting him look but not touch--not that he could anyway, but the principle's the thing. His eyes follow the path of her hands, take in the curve of her ass. Fishing a bill out of his pocket, he leans in, tucking it beneath her garter belt.

Now that they live together, it really is just a useless move of already-shared funds, but under the fantasy it feels like anything but.