Scarlett arched into the touch almost lazily, sated and happy with one orgasm under her belt. Personally, she thought the same should happen every day.
"Pissed as hell?" She gave him an impish grin. "Over me or over the fact she knows you're enjoying yourself? Tut tut, you haven't gone and married a harpy, have you?"
She lifted up a little so he could move the contract, laughing at his words. "At least infidelity doesn't give you side effects," she pointed out. "You could have boils on your cock; that'd kill the afterglow."