[ His words make the curve of her lips deepen wryly, that fond grin on her face turning more towards the sly as she nods in acknowledgement. ] You've got a point. You really don't. [ And she can't help but be smug about it. Months ago, it had been easier to cling to the logical notion that she had no business being selfish ] I hope you keep it up.

[ She laughs softly and lets her back arch against his touch, shivering at the sensation of his fingers on her breast. Her arms relax enough to let her fingers card lazily through his hair. ]

First, I think you should get on my sofa, and let me ride you.