Chapter 63
- She felt him grow hard against her and slid her arm around his waist. "Okay," she said breathlessly.
- "And then maybe we could cook dinner together. And then we can make love again." Idly, he began to stroke at a rosy nipple and felt it spring into instant life. "And then we can coordinate our diaries."
- Vivian's hand stopped stroking the skin in the small of his back. "Diaries?" she asked stupidly.