She gave a growl, finally managing to free one of her arms. Turnabout was fair play and Nott's hand dove under the waist of his jeans, grabbing hold of his straining cock, giving it a tug. Her hips rocked forward to meet his fingers, grinning wickedly at this play. They didn't like each other that much, but there was undeniable fire between them.

"Oh really?" She quirked her eyebrow. "Let's see how wicked you can be."