That caress made him smile with its familiarity—how she’d driven him to distraction the first night they spent together, exercising power over him even then...

Neil hissed softly as she rested her foot against his erection, eyes fluttering shut as his fingers stilled on her leg. It was a light touch, careful, but enough to wipe his mind clean of everything but the urge to rut against it, to chase that promise of more. It was almost enough to draw him back down into his own head, to let her have him however she wanted—even if that was not at all.

His own stomach chose that moment to growl then, audibly, ensuring that Regina’s word would be law without the fun part.

Grinning, Neil bent his head to kiss her knee, then started to rise so he could finish with the food—and grit his teeth when his knee wouldn’t immediately obey him, stiff from kneeling too long. Cursing quietly, he planted a hand on the arm of the sofa and leveraged himself up with a huff, carefully bending and flexing it until the stiffness eased and he could use his leg again.

“Dinner. Right.” He agreed...and because he was feeling contrary, zipped his fly back up with a smirk before he set to finish fixing them both a plate.

First food. Then she could have her floor show back.