I gasp when she bites my neck, but she evades my arms when they come up to catch her. I'm not really trying, anyway. I'm having too much fun.

I watch as she stands, my eyes fixed on hers, as she slowly undoes her trousers. I lick my lips.

"Everywhere, you little minx," I reply huskily, stretching my arms behind me so that their loosely over my head. A few muscles flex languidly when I do that. I smile at her.

Bastard? Maybe...