"You're in the right place, then," George said. George scooted back a little so she was kneeling on his thighs. "I know exactly what I want."

She twisted back and forth a little, trying to urge Jack to move his hands to where they both wanted them to go. Jack was stubbornly refusing to cooperate. George made a little noise of frustration.

Jack's grin--that maddening grin that told her he knew exactly what he was doing to her (or not doing to her!)--got a little wider. "Bastard," she growled.

Well, there were other things she could do to occupy herself. She began unbuckling his belt and working on getting into his pants. "I guess I'll just have to entertain myself."