Miles was still panting heavily as he growled out the last vestiges of his orgasm, the reality of where they were slowly creeping back around them.
Lettie's fingers tracing his tattoo was a very comfortable feeling that always left a smirk on his face. He chuckled softly at her question. "Do I really need to answer that question? Course I wouldn't." He winked, his hands still brushing up and over her breast as he let out a satisfied moan.
That feeling of... annoyance was digging into the back of his shoulderblades, and he shook his head when she suggested they get dressed. "We could, but there's no rush. The wife won't be storming in here, even if she seems pissed as hell."
Seeing all his letters scrunched up on the table, he pulled out the marriage certificate from under her thigh. It was still completely in mint condition, not at all crumpled. "Damn, I guess that infidelity isn't going to destroy it," he chuckled.