"I'm not soft," Zahi argued, her voice a little breathy from Quinlan's kisses. "Here, I'll prove it."
With that, Zahi rolled them over, pinning Quinlan down beneath her in a brief show of her strength. She gave Quinlan a flash of a wolfish grin, then lowered herself down to kiss the side of his jaw, then his neck, tracing her mouth down his throat. Slowly, slowly, she moved downward. His collarbone, his chest, taking her time, hands smoothing against his sides, down his abdomen. Down further, the coils of her hair brushing against his manhood, her lips reaching its base, then pausing.
But right when Quinlan might be getting the 'wrong idea', Zahi pushed herself up off the bed. Standing there, she looked at Quinlan and shook her head at him. "I gotta get back to work, Princess," she said, regarding him for a moment longer before moving across the room to retrieve her discarded clothing and pulling them back on. She didn't rush about it, though. "Keep the room long as you like. I paid for the whole night."