[He laughed, unable to help it with all the innuendo she was lacing her phrasing with.]

If there's one thing I know I can do, Detective, it's get out of my pants for you to play with. And yes, love, there's plenty of food on the table, but I'd want to lay you out among it and dine on you, which might be a bit more obvious than this.

[His one hand moved to his trousers, undoing the button and zip in barely a whisper of movement. She'd feel that jutting cock pressing against her back as his pants spread open.]