She liked these quiet moments, the little private times where they felt that they were in their own little bubble. No pestering. No clients. No New York noise. Just the way he breathed, the soft growl of his voice, the smell of him thick in the room along with sex and pleasure.

Her hand cupped his face, fingers tracing along it, tickled by the longer stubble as she made a noise close to a purr when he thrust that little bit harder. "I think you just want to make sure none of the neighbors get to hear me screaming your name anymore."