Her inhibitions are lowered enough that when he asks her how she wants him, she speaks without carefully (and politically) considering her words, and just says: "Often."

Before she can get bashful over that admission, she takes possession of his lap, sitting down with her knees on each side of his hips and pulls him in for a slow, thoroughly deep kiss.

She nips at his lower lip, her hands roaming down his shoulders, his chest, one sneaking between them to cup his tented erection through the fabric of his briefs, just to feel it, just to (hopefully) make him groan.